When I was laid in the white place and the giant fly came
I was a tiny thing and it came close to look at me
I wanted to hide and made myself smaller
Then another one came and they fought
Rolling over and over
My first memory laid in a pram outside
She sat me on the table and went outside
I saw her look through the window as I fell
I ran across the room and couldn't stop
So I ran into a chair
Because I knew I could stand up holding on to it
They all shouted in delight at my first steps
Leaning over the side of my pushchair
I watched the wheels on the muddy path
I was running looking up at the blue sky
There were pink flowers against it
She left me alone in the garden and went out
She took my sister in her pram and I wanted to go too
She said I had to stay in the garden
I stayed and I saw a plane fall out of the sky
I cried that the pilot might be hurt
She said I'd made it all up because I'd had to stay behind
At breakfast dad in his vest put the paper on the table
In front of me with a picture in it
Did he die? I asked
Yes he said
But it wasn't in the direction you pointed
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
When I was laid in the white place and the giant fly came
I was a tiny thing and it came close to look at me
I wanted to hide and made myself smaller
Then another one came and they fought
Rolling over and over
My first memory laid in a pram outside
She sat me on the table and went outside
I saw her look through the window as I fell
I ran across the room and couldn't stop
So I ran into a chair
Because I knew I could stand up holding on to it
They all shouted in delight at my first steps
Leaning over the side of my pushchair
I watched the wheels on the muddy path
I was running looking up at the blue sky
There were pink flowers against it
She left me alone in the garden and went out
She took my sister in her pram and I wanted to go too
She said I had to stay in the garden
I stayed and I saw a plane fall out of the sky
I cried that the pilot might be hurt
She said I'd made it all up because I'd had to stay behind
At breakfast dad in his vest put the paper on the table
In front of me with a picture in it
Did he die? I asked
Yes he said
But it wasn't in the direction you pointed
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