the gumball machine belonged to my sis.
i wanted it, but more than this
i wanted what was in it,
she never let me have.
one night i took the machine
and smilingly said
you can have it back when i’m dead.
she got that look in her eye
you know the one
and i felt some regret
but the deed was done.
i smiled again
and began to run
straight to the shed.
i don’t know what was in my head
but she cornered me there
and took the machine,
opened it up and said
lets share.
Awesome work!
Thank you, I am glad you liked it!
Such a lovely memory!
Thank you! I am hoping my sister appreciates it!
Oh, Aleta, you have told such a wonderful story with such precision and beauty. And rhyming too. I love the last line and message. So precious!
Thank you! It is fun when rhyme just seems to appear in a poem without striving for it.
Love this, and such a great twist at the end!
It was fun to write. I am glad you liked it.
beautifully joyous! tingles 🙂
Thank you!