She

When I was small,

we joined a field trip together.

`

We passed through the

shadows of tall trees,

then she sat on the

grass, stretched and yawned.

`

She combed my hair

while saying do’s and don’t

on my face.

`

Her hair was short

and beads of sweat formed in her forehead

because she ran

after me.

`

I saw myself

in her dark brown eyes when she

knelt in front of me.

`

She wiped my dirty knees

with wet towel;

her hands were warm

as she pat powder on my face, back and chest.

`

She gave me my snack

and asked me to

behave while eating.

`

Then I ran away from

her again,and shared my food

with my playmates.

`

Now,now that she thinks

I’m all grown up,

All she does is

enter my room without

permission

and leave me a kiss in the middle of my dream.

`

And me,

dreaming

how she stroke my hair

while saying do’s and dont’s

on my face.

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