Her parents worked on circus grounds
her life was a merry go round.
Da threw knives and ate fire
Ma a nimble gymnast he desires.
They moved from town to town
in colourful travelling caravans.
Like rolling stone that gathered no moss
most times she felt a sense of loss
from all the towns they had to cross.
For many times, she made a friend
it always quickly came to an end.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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It’s whimsical but a little sad at the same time
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Yes it’s a bit sad for the child who gets somewhat lonely and uprooted back and forth. Thank you
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How beautifully you told the story of a lonely little girl in a few lines. Claps, claps!
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This is awesome.
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Great poem but moving around like that would be hard on a kid.
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Very much so. No opportunity to form bonds and all that stuff.
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beautiful composed lines! i could feel the little child’s sadness.
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It couldn’t have been easy on the young child. Thank you
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