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Crumbs
She's eager for the crumbs: she is able
To see them on the table, so she waits
And kneels up, trying to stay stable
And still, despite all her inner debates
That might have had her turn about then crawl
Back to her corner, where she often dwells:
A pale shadow who knows she can't stall;
She has to be alert for all the swells
In pride and seas of need and in the prick
That she would serve, if given half a chance;
A crumb for which she would give all to stick
Her lips to it, well-glued in a last dance;
It lasts a lifetime as she's hesitating,
Wondering and hoping, yes, and waiting.
To see them on the table, so she waits
And kneels up, trying to stay stable
And still, despite all her inner debates
That might have had her turn about then crawl
Back to her corner, where she often dwells:
A pale shadow who knows she can't stall;
She has to be alert for all the swells
In pride and seas of need and in the prick
That she would serve, if given half a chance;
A crumb for which she would give all to stick
Her lips to it, well-glued in a last dance;
It lasts a lifetime as she's hesitating,
Wondering and hoping, yes, and waiting.
Published 18th Oct 2014
| Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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