Little Mary-Lynn (Poem)

Little Mary-Lynn By Diana Bates Little Mary-Lynn Only reached the height of her mother’s waist. She would help her mother cook in the kitchen And always took the first taste. Little Mary-Lynn Would follow her father and mother into the bedroom. His hand around his wife’s waist, As they began to kiss under the moon. Little Mary-Lynn Would watch and just stand there. They hadn’t noticed, But even as she left, She could still hear. Little Mary-Lynn Had pondered over and over about this. The experience of holding hands And having her very first kiss. Little Mary-Lynn Decided to be funny. She went into her mother’s closet, And made herself look quite silly. Little Mary-Lynn Took her mother’s tall heels. She wore red lipstick, And all the heavy makeup to see how it feels. Little Mary-Lynn Then went outside; Flew down the steps, Inhaling all her pride. Little Mary-Lynn Had gone searching for her other. She needed someone else, She needed another. Little Mary-Lynn Went skipping through the fields. Her heart bounced lightly, As she had removed all of her shields. Little Mary-Lynn Then took a break from walking. She decided to sit down by a trash can And then heard something barking. Little Mary-Lynn Investigated the scene. Her eyes opened wide, And started to gleam. Little Mary-Lynn Found a dog of such size. A few inches taller; It was her new golden prize. Little Mary-Lynn Then gave the dog her whole heart. She never imagined a day The two would be torn apart. Little Mary-Lynn Then scattered up the stairs. She ran to her room And moved around all her chairs. Little Mary-Lynn Had the dog leased to her. Yet she did not realize It was actually vice versa. Little Mary-Lynn Then closed her eyes. She reached over closer To her daydream, Hidden in disguise. Little Mary-Lynn, Started to give kisses. She did all she could And complied to all his wishes. Little Mary-Lynn Then hugged the air. When she opened her eyes, She realized her dog was never there. Little Mary-Lynn, Broken hearted as she was. Started to then cry And wonder what was the cause. Why did he leave, Little Mary-Lynn? She was a child; A fool though, Wasn’t she? What if I told you Little Mary-Lynn Was actually fifteen; Would you believe me?