Little One
It didn’t matter when I was a kid.
All the little things I never did.
Toddling around, it’s cute when I can’t speak.
But even then, my future was bleak.
She coddled and cooed and mended my cries.
Until I grew up, with pain in my eyes.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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