Little Jane


Little Jane pleads for a fish;
A longing her mother fulfills.
Though it dies the next morning,
Jane believes it alive as she wills.

She sprinkles its breakfast,
While it lays in eternal sleep.
Staring through the bowl,
She hopes for a peep.
The fish cannot oblige.
Her eyes hold back tears;
Fists clenched, seeing red,
Jane is forced to greet her fears.

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The denial and realization of a little girl.