The Tulip

By Annie Harte

Daddy gave me a tulip
I tripped and fell
I cried
My knee was the flames at our campsite 
The firetrucks that whine when somebody needs help
I don’t like that color
Daddy gave me a tulip
It’s pretty
It’s mommy’s dress before we have dinner
It’s the strawberries that taste like candy
But it’s the same color 
I don’t understand

 

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