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From a Child’s Eyes, Amelia Gattuso ‘23

From a Child’s Eyes

I told momma, you look lonely Last night when I saw your grave It was beaten down And gray and sad And small, the top concave

The grass around you dirtied The color’d gone away You’d said you wanted Time with me So why didn’t you stay?

You must have let it slip your mind To breathe in through your lungs I’ll teach you when you Come back up! We’ll play a game of tongues!

No, momma says you’ve risen But I know that she is wrong I saw you right there! In the dirt! So come up, let’s sing a song!

You used to sing me lullabies You swayed and held me close Said, “Poppa’s always Here for you!” And buttoned up my coats

You used to make me sandwiches You cut them into squares It’s not the same now Without you The house is big and bare

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