by C.M. Tucker

Created on: February 12, 2011

WHEN CHILDREN WEREN'T PRECIOUS

Betty bragged that she got jam on her PB sandwich.

Brad shoved his 2nd helping into my face and yanked it back.

I could barely swallow tiny bites of my slice of bread with PB while

I enviously looked upon the glasses of cold milk everyone else got.

No one was interested in toys I selected to play with…

until I played with them.

Just for relief, I'd hide in a shallow dark

cluttered coat closet

until another pinata was required

and I was sussed out by force.

The childcare woman screeched

"what did you do!"

I sat stunned on the ground, hands gripping chains-

with the entire swing set down around me.

"I was jest swingin'…" I peeped.

Every day was a litany of keep-aways.

This was the first time on any swing-set ever.

I was also the last one remaining

for pick-up that day.

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