a crown

i
wear a hat
upon
my head
that is
made from
an
old newspaper

-the words
and faded imagery more smudged
than the face
of any
wee girl
you have seen
who has
been
crying
for a
long
long
time.

it is
tied around my
chin
with ribbon
that is
old
and yellow;
we don't
really know
where we
found it
anymore.

when others look at me
they may
think of parties
from days long
gone
by;
jubilees
and
lemonade.

but i know
that you and me
will
always remember
the chips
we shared
together
one sunday,
battling our way over
water
on a cold summer
night;
wrapped
in
very
old
newspaper.