The Young Girl Laughed
Poem By Alison Cassidy
Born to a pair of child parents,
a young girl too fell at sixteen
madly in love, or so she thought,
with an impish freckled face
and a pair of pale blue eyes.
He, at twenty-one, found her
vulnerability attractive at first,
but soon tired of her neediness
and eagerness to please
and left for pastures greener.
She, devastated and forlorn
and hurting so hard she couldn't
bear the agony and despair,
ran the bath and swiftly stole
the blade from daddy's razor.
But just before the deed was done
in a gesture of unusual maturity
she phoned the local lifeline.
Sadly, the line was busy
but happily, the young girl - laughed.