Cotton Alley

One time
You made me cry
Be proud that I
RememberMy chin is sore
The bruise is gone
But the spot is tenderGave my hand a sister coy
To Cotton Alley where
You did enjoy
Your wicked games
You curious boyTied my laces up together
When I fell
You laughed
Until your belly was soreIn the brick laid aisle behind
The five and dime storeThat's how
I made you blush
But doubt if you
RememberWere my tears genuine
Or those of a skilled
PretenderNothing 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 meanI was a little pest who
Never took a hint
Could never
Take a hintYou pinched my fingers
In a door
Tossed my coloring book in a
Rusty barrelPulled spiders from my hair
Fingers in the doorMy favorite blue blouse
Stained on the back
Running from a berry warCan you hear me scream
In Cotton Alley
Scream in Cotton Alley
In Cotton Alley