Childhood Vision of Self Reliance
I must have been 5 and sleeping
in a bed on the floor,
the new baby with them up above
cuddling and together,
me replaced. Alone in a peed-wet bed.
I didn’t know I could move
or ask for help. Abandoned to myself.
A child’s eternity passed.
When they realized I was wet, alone,
Get out of those wet things and come up here.
Oh, why didn’t I think of that?
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There’s so much truth in the measurement of “a child’s eternity.”
Reminds me of a visiting soppy grandchild who wailed, “I want my mommadaddy”. Finding comfort so important.
Loved the trip back to that day with him through your poem.
A child’s light bulb turns on: there’s plenty of room for her parents’ Love.
awww. i love this. so much
Good. Insight!
Perfect!