Little Eyes



A golden band upon the floor

A fight that started yesterday

Words that will last a lifetime

Thoughts and tempers out of control

Suitcases being packed

Among broken glass and shattered love

Parting words emphasized by slamming doors

Forever etched in the confused mind

And tearful eyes

Of a little neutral bystander



Jana Drake
11-3-77
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