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?