when i was small
i'd stand on walls
to feel a little tall -
looking down,
all fright and fret,
imagining the fall.
Mother would climb
in the nick of time
with wounded palms to save me.
but i'd climb again onto the same old wall
partly proud of being tall.
but still, i'm too scared to fall
and too, too scared to call
for help this time. i can't.
i can't.
i can't.
i can't.
i'm big and tall, old now,
i've learnt my planet is a rolling ball
and i'm losing balance.
but Mother, i hope you're proud of me
when you see me now so tall.
