I Am Your Child
Mother, most dear mother
The taste of your milk lingers still on my lips
The hours spent on cuddles and coos
And soft palms ‘pon my back
Preparing me for the future -
A future of pats and whacks –
The softness gone when I’m wrong
How you manage to do it
I don’t know. But
What I do know I know is
This: I am your creation
Whether I go forth, hither or thither
A stop! A stop, I say!
No more the mindless calls to petty duty
For me, I am done
My skin longs for a taste of the sun
I am your child but I’m no longer one
Spare the look of surprise when I’m gone.
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2017
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