Pretty Bows
The drawer
ironically was over the hamper closet.
It held all the
bows and barrettes a little girl could imagine. My
mother always
made sure my hair was done. Little homemade
flower barrettes
pulled back my wavy hair. Too bad the confidence in
the beautiful
bows couldn’t stream down into my toes. The little girl on
the outside
looked so put together, appearance meant everything. But,
inside was a
wiry, anxious, lonely little girl. Fidgety
and wispy, I wished the
time and love
put into the bows were put into the one wearing them. As
I grew the
drawer stayed. The bows all intact, in the drawer above the
hamper, in the
linin closet.
-Shannon
Beverley
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