The walls, les murs

 

dearest you,

She sat in the corner pining away. She drew her yesterday on the walls that was today. Her tale sort of reminds us of what we once knew, parents who loved us from their point of view.

she was poor as most of us are within. She was unloved as the floor of tar to begin.
She was bruised in the coeur of her all. They knew not of the troubles she felt all at all.
she pled and begged that her story too, could of found a god mother that could possibly bring her to you.
Anew it wasn’t, her pain grew more.
She pained and she drew all her woes on a wall. Her father, her daddy dearest did you care all at all?

“oh pain, oh pain will you ever be a gain?”

her tears fell one by one, yet it all felt the same.

She held her valise and began to walk, simply away.
the road was long et frightful all even in the day.
She kept going till she might of had a fall. She never did stop, no never at all.
till one day she found a home, and painted the walls. The colors i saw were brighter than dawn.

The beauty of it all was that it was hers.  Mummy et daddy you ought to know, that you failed this little girl, that you made in this world.
weeping while caring she built her a home, one that no one will ever behold.
The walls, the walls, were covered in paint, she vow to never draw on them yet ever again.
fin.

Bonjour Friday et hallo rabbits!

Yours ever so,

RS