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I yearn for those nights that we used to curl up together in a ball

With our spikes sticking straight out to protect us from the cold, cruel world outside

No one could harm us as long as we held each other tight

Nowadays I spend each second of my existence playing my out of tune guitar

Begging for food and spare change

Selling my soul for just the crumbs of passerby’s croissants

And swallowing my pride for merely a sip of the blood of Christ

Just to be able to buy a cherished tchotchke toy for our daughter Liz





There are not enough Band-Aids in the world needed to conceal the wounds of this bruised and broken home

And every night I hibernate and curl up into my barren ball alone

But not before I give our little Lizzy a kiss goodnight while tucking her in

And telling her to cherish the little that we still do have

And that no matter what happens, to know that we at least will always have each other

And she always stares back up at me with the most beautiful smile on her face

And asks “When is Mommy coming back?”

And every time I reply that you had never left in the first place

Because you are always still in our memories and in our hearts

And I still  yearn for those nights that we used to curl up together in a ball

With our spikes sticking straight out to protect us from the cold, cruel world outside

No one could harm us as long as we held each other tight



I finally decided to sell my guitar, and with the 167 dollars that I received, I decided to get Liz a “living” toy for her birthday

One that would grow with her

So I took our little girl to the pet store the other day

We played with puppies, had conversations with parrots, and cuddled up with kittens

And out all of the animals in that “for sale” zoo

Guess which one she picked to be her personal pet?

She named him Sonic