"Where is dear Arthur?" Mom anxiously cried.
"He's gone to the store," I blatantly lied.
"They stole my purse," Mom angrily whispered.
"We'll find the thief but first tea and custard."
"I want to go home," Mom tearfully moaned.
"The painters are getting it properly toned."
"No, I don't need a bath," Mom retorted aghast.
"I'll just wash your arm gently and fast."
"I love holding my baby," Mom smiled cradling her doll.
"She's lovely," I answered carefully draping a shawl.
"When will my daughter come?"
"I'm your daughter, here, Mom."
Mom looked into my eyes
But we'd said our goodbyes.
"He's gone to the store," I blatantly lied.
"They stole my purse," Mom angrily whispered.
"We'll find the thief but first tea and custard."
"I want to go home," Mom tearfully moaned.
"The painters are getting it properly toned."
"No, I don't need a bath," Mom retorted aghast.
"I'll just wash your arm gently and fast."
"I love holding my baby," Mom smiled cradling her doll.
"She's lovely," I answered carefully draping a shawl.
"When will my daughter come?"
"I'm your daughter, here, Mom."
Mom looked into my eyes
But we'd said our goodbyes.
