jump rope rhyme #13

I've been really into poetry lately. And just beautiful things, I guess. Here is "jump rope rhyme #13" -- the counterpart to Spiky's "NOTHING" (see previous post).

don't know exactly how it happened,

by the wishing well.

we stood our ground and fought like hell and

until our arms fell down.

don't act like you don't see it now since 

Momma left this town.

she'd birthed you so you'd grow up caring

but now you've made her cry.

don't even get me started on Dad for

you are still his princess.

he'd say, "Hey, sweetie, how was your day?" 

and you'd just look away.

and now it's time for me myself

to take the chance and stand

above your words, the highest shelf

and make my entrance grand.

..connie..