Valerie Garman entered the world upon the tail-end of the upper-middle class
A place where the schoolgirls were tantalisingly innocent and the men were
The sidewalks gleamed and the church bells rang
The winters snowed and the summer birds cooed in unison
The earth was lain with the vinyl siding of the haves and the discarded Marlboros of the have-nots
Yet this shall not be a tale of social woe; there will be no east egg and no west
And though Valerie Garman acquired her footing along the gleaming concrete Of the suburban streets
She came of age in the darkness.
And though Valerie Garman took heed of the silver spoon
She came to life on the business-end of a silver straw, shortly thereafter.
Copyright © J.L Chandler | Year Posted 2017
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