She is my childhood, my childhood years

I see  her  there in my gloom
at the corner of my street-
where the two Birch

At 7am every week morn
She begins to paint her face forlorn
Beautiful smile and deep blue eyes
But no one can see that she's

Spend the day getting dirty.
Play all day in the sun.
Make mud pies and serve up plenty,
come in and play in the tub.

After

"Always in her heart"

A concrete playground full of broken glass
A lovelorn child of days gone past
Together for one moment