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Childless With Child

You, doe eyed, those lashes
Hand grabbing them up
Like a miner's gold dust
Scratched up little red car
And plastic soldier man, no arm
Maybe yesterday's casualty of war
Them all jumbled up clutched,
In your stubby sweaty little hand,
And in the other,
with a tiny might, clenching
Oreo, with trail of cookie crumblings

You, untainted child, invest well
A shiny squirming dime spent
For infinite imagination
And then it always grips me,
like a twice licked stamp-stuck
The curiousity of it, if I'd a you
Meanwhile my time
your gobbled candy

You've Camelot with toy Indian
blue truck, Infinity
Layed out on a tabletop
Your busy-body curling fingers
You, child God
Ruler of little worlds of make believe
These cotton candy days
Eat slowly, then 20 years
And you will be, and I will be gone
I just hope, whatever your forever
You never grow up so much
You lose the little.

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Comments (1)

Nice poem. I love the last three lines.