Innocence MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   He wears a red and white striped shirt,

and neon green shorts with

socks pulled up to his knees.

His clothes clash, but who notices?



His hair can't decide where to go,

his nose is running and

half is supper still sits on his face.

Still no one says a word.



He takes a shower with Mommy,

and leaves the door open

when using the bathroom,

yet no one makes fun.



The wide grin remains

until someone tells him he is wrong.

Then, slowly, his face

blends into my own.



The child that was me is now gone.





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