Cotton Alley

Cotton Alley

one time

you made me cry

be proud that I

remember

my chin is sore

the bruise is gone

but the spot is tender

gave my hand a sister coy

to Cotton Alley where

you did enjoy

your wicked games

you curious boy

tied my laces up together

when I fell

you laughed

until your belly was sore

in the brick laid aisle behind

the five and dime store

that's how

I made you blush

but doubt if you

remember

were my tears genuine

or those of a skilled

pretender

nothing precious

plain to see

don't make a fuss over me

not loud

not soft

but somewhere in between

say sorry

let it be

the word you mean

I was a little pest who

never took a hint

could never

take a hint

you pinched my fingers

in a door

tossed my coloring book in a

rusty barrel

pulled spiders from my hair

fingers in the door

my favorite blue blouse

stained on the back

running from a berry war

can you hear me scream

in Cotton Alley

scream in Cotton Alley

in Cotton Alley