Gummi Bears

Holding mama’s hand.

Gummi bears for being good.

Sweet treat in the bright sun.

She ruffled my hair.

Gave me a smile.

 

Cold winter night.

Outside, on the stoop.

Nowhere to go.

Tears half frozen salt rivers.

Heart broken.

 

A bag of gummi bears.

Sweet treat to soothe me.

Remind me of being loved.

Of being wanted.

Of the comfort of mother.

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