by beapolkadot Jan 31, 2012
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
I think in my mind I'll always be little. The image of my own innocence can't easily be replaced. Frozen in pigtails, baby-faced bliss. Running to mom's arms for help. Asking my older cousin for help, to explain to me their interests, their activities. Why did the act the way they did. Leaving behind the dependent stage is hard to do. Not easy to go on with or forget. |