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Cowboys Don’t Wear Red Hats
The gifts you said we’d love.
My disappointment when
you gave the black one
to my brother,
who was more interested
in baseball.
The gift you said I’d love,
pushed to the bottom of the toy box,
unable, there, to lend truth
to the lie
it was only pretend.
Now that I’m older,
red hats still look silly on me,
but I wore one yesterday
in the garden
while, three thousand miles away,
your family buried you.
© Mary Kipps Enjoy other posts by Mary Kipps HERE.
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| Mary Kipps |
Mary Kipps enjoys composing in traditional forms as well as in free verse. A former Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems have appeared regularly in journals and anthologies across the U.S. and abroad since 2005.
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