Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
Abandoned
By Billie Daddario
Abandoned all the play things
I was one of those little things
you flung in the corner for
nanny to pick up.
I loved you once
but you grew to
love other things.
Things outside my grasp
you out grew me
or did I outgrow you?
It doesn’t hurt
like a broken heart,
instead it feels like a
slap in the face,
soon enough forgotten.
Billie Daddario 