To a Little Girl
As you sit on the floral-carpeted floor
with your dolls
behind locks
and drawn curtains to keep out
the miasma,
I have something to tell you.
Life is not Candy Land,
a colorful path of sugary stones
leading you inevitably to the finish line,
with friendly helpers holding your hand
and no side streets to make you lost.
One day we’ll have to unlock this door,
open these windows,
push these curtains aside; you will
wilt in here like a sunflower
who knows not which way
to turn for light.
But beware of the overhead lamps
and their artificial brightness,
the false reassurance, “Don’t squirm--
everything is going to be all right.”
Copyright © Carolyn Dewey | Year Posted 2020
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