I found a faded photograph of you,
Clearing out this crowded room.
See me so proud, dressed up to the nines, sipping dandelion wine.
Did it seem the sun would never set...
We d stay young, forever blessed in our Sunday Best.
But I m Wednesday s child and I am cursed to stay
locked inside your purse.
It s night and I ll come to you once more,
I ll forget to use the door...Did I startle you?
Oh no... Not me.
For you see through me... It hurts.
