Littlest Things

Here I sit in this old, unstable, lumpy, hard office chair
Inside a school office of working adults rapidly surrounding me
And staring sadly at a wall full of tragic stories about September 11th
As my stomach growls like a mad dog, 
I extend my hand into a small, brown bag full of dead-leavish crackers
And stuff two wrist-size Ritz into my mouth
To forget about that tragic day I went through at school

As I forget, I remember my rough, happy childhood days spent in elementary school
Running around the small school campus insanely
Annoying nature and life, 
Eating crackers and drinking vegetable juice during recess
Ignoring hurtful critisicms going one ear and out the other
Oh how I wish those blooming sunshiny days of free play
Were waiting for me around the corner
Where I left the invisible trail tracker that I abandoned with no notice


Written at 1/29/02
Copyright 2002 Molly Zaloudek. All Rights Reserved.