nothing is immune
to the dry throat, the full meal
drinkers, all of us.
Growing Pains
The trouble with
children is their
perfect
imperfection-
growing,
wondrous gifts
who never share
the giver's intentions.
We often act as if
they will (did we?),
revere their parents'
reservations.
But a child is not
the youth we missed,
a package of our
politics
and aspirations-
one must kiss
away, make disappear
such charming notions.
Few children miss
their infancy, yearn
the safety of
the high chair-
they mold their own
desires, minds
and motivations.
The gradual shift
need not appear
despite our thorough
observations.
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Musings on little ones, and on the ease with which we sometimes forget that they, too, think for themselves.