Understanding Me

Walk with me, my sister I’ll tell you what I see I’m holding the hand of my Mommy Except she’s only 2 ½ yrs older than me Don’t get me wrong, she’s brave She had to tie chisels to her lace Trade in pink and lavender For the blue and black covering her face They took her vanity fair Where she used to sit and drink in her beauty They gave her a toddler body to lug around I became her undesired duty. Written by Trudy Schrader December 2007