The Conscious Child

Twinkling through the traumas of thoughtful life I feel like a child wishing that mother's meeting BAG and biscuits will only be mine And as my hollow portion. Yet my small mind's eye rejects wishfully My siblings presence aiming to drag all And run away while my fear for cane pull me Back to calmness as desire and hunger becomes My rivalry So i wished again i had become A teenager but no gravity of hope Could boost my growth nor the fertilizers of Imagination can change my height As i sit duly in childly assumptions Beside my mother to learn togetherness Of family habits With her usual sayings of together we build but united we stand as an ant hill of time....