There are beads and sorrow scattered
all over the floor
at our house,
in the morning.
I sweep them with my broom
when cleaning
but the sorrow is so thick.
In the afternoon the dolls have their tea party
on the sofa
and the sorrow is simply shattered
beadlike and colorful
by my baby's laughter
lets thread them, sorrow and all
there are some pretty necklaces for the dolls to wear.
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