poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Photo from Death of My Childhood

A room made of red, with wood on the floors.
Drapes on the windows
pulled back to let enough of sun in.
The table all set
for an adult feast
complete with wine classes tainted raseberry
and olive plates sit on the tan woven table cloth.
I remember those days,
all suited in my pink tea dress
complete with ruffles and starch white tights.
My hair in curls as I sit under the heavy wood table
above me adults laugh as they begin to feast.
I would peer through the chair
I liked the chair with the lady who had thin legs covered with fishnets and point high heeled shoes.
I often wondered what it would be like to sit at the table and look like the lady with the legs.
Now I am at that lady, thin and pale bagged with a slinky black dress.
Adult conversation bores me to death, would I still fit under the table and able to peer through the chairs?

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