small comfort
to a small child
a little pond is an ocean
an elder child omnipotent
time passes slowly
so many memories
to file away
so many drawers
to pin the butterflies in
bottles of tears to stopper
tighter and tighter
that line of a smile
that defiant stare
disbelief a defence mechanism
you
i’m talking to you
wake up
pay attention
count your lucky stars
that i don’t take my belt to you
now get on with it
grow up
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