- my poetry · 1) EVERYTHING

Coffee Table Stage

putting this poem back upppppp

The sunset shone a reddish gold
Upon two girls, just eight years old
They twirled and spun, they sang and danced
Lost within a youthful trance
A coffee table was their stage
A scratched CD their serenade 
Messy buns and pink tutus
Leotards and ballet shoes 
A mirror hung there in the lounge
Reflecting faces, sweet and round
Around the corner mommy peeked
At spark’ling eyes and rosy cheeks
They knew not what those lyrics meant
Heartbreak, love, and trust that’s bent 
Ignorance was truly bliss
Dad the first and only kiss
At fifteen now, they understand 
Begin to see the hurt at hand
They long to be again that age
When the coffee table was their stage
~A Girl Who Likes She’s Different

© Vicky Morrison


7 thoughts on “Coffee Table Stage

          1. AW YAYA!!!
            I feel good now 🙂 (you know how earlier I was a bit….thanks for being so nice!)

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