Innocence Lost, Too Much Gained
Life weighs so heavy
Problems chewed
Over chips and cookies
Feeding my pain
As a young girl she twirled
A buoyant bubble
Bouncing from adventure to adulthood
.
Why don’t mothers hang by their knees?
Is it unseemly?
More like ungainly
These days there’s too much weight
On my shoulders,
Fat on my thighs
Where’s the light breeze
That propelled her
Pinwheel simple?
She used to turn cartwheels
Handstands and back flips
Her body in motion, always in motion
Is my inner child still in there?
Can she dance her way out?
Sweet Little Susie
If I could just get off this couch
I’d love to see her
And be her … again.
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