It seems an impossible task to be a child.
I had/have this belief the job of the adult is to care for the child.
But it seems to me, parents, we are unable to care for our children. And yet. I think at times the opportunity arises for the adult child to care for the parent now a child since as we age, we revert to a child like form. Frail. Capricious beings. Wanting to be held.
Thank you for your poetry, Sally.
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