Rhymes Aside

Blonde hair in pigtails

and those curious blue eyes.

She lived in a fairytale

Dad's joy and pride.


One day he left home

she didn't understand.

Mom said it had been coming

but seemed rather sad.


The girl gave up

she had lost all hope.

If it wasn't for a few grown-ups

she'd still be looking through that microscope.


All her rainy days disappeared

though some are still foggy.

And everything she's forgone

doesn't seem quite so groggy.


Rhymes aside,

she's really happy where she is.

She met some good people

and spread her wings.

This poem is about: 
My family


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