Blue Chalk

Walking outside to her paper
A dark sheet of solid rock
She pulls out her newly sharpened pencil
A nice piece of blue chalk

Her white dress sways as she kneels
Black asphalt staining pure cotton
She touches blue chalk to hot pavement
And sketches what once was forgotten

A line here and perhaps a line there
She makes rough strokes against her sheet
Now and then erasing a mark once made
Her new drawing has to be neat

A face begins to form
Then another and one more
A body for one and the other two
A picture of her life before

Her life before the two split
Before that mean man told them so
He said for them to move elsewhere
Even though she had told them no

Now her family owns two houses
One for mommy and one for daddy
They didnt need two houses, though
Why two houses for one family?

That mean old man in the black dress
He said for them to share the girl
As if she were some sort of toy
Or maybe a jewel, perhaps a pearl

She sits back and thinks silently,
Her deep green eyes blurred with tears,
Her picture was definitely beautiful
A portrait of her emotions over the years

'Mommy to the right
Daddy to the left
Stuck in the middle is me
With a broken heart and soul bereft'