The pieces are assembled,
the trap awaits...
the cage hangs precariously
above the Swiss cheese,
...
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'and she is young... as long as Jeffy is happy.'...two lines which engraved on my memory! Strange... How do you know this feeling, the fine relation between both things youth of mother and happiness of child - you are not a woman. Are you? :)
What a gorgeous scene you painted here in words. The sentiments are spot on, I can see the childlike innocence in this and the evermore serious undertone of the 'game of life'. Agree with Goldy, creativity at it's best. HG: -) xx
Satire and lyricism … advances by 'game rules' Beautifully …
Extreme creativity ~ you've displayed, vicariously. I loved this game growing up. best care, sjg
Something about this poem, almost made me cry. Really something about it, so beautiful.
A child's happiness is mother's happiness making her trapped in youthfulness..good10+++