Her Gaze the Game
It’s hard being a parent. Training is given informally as we grow, good and bad examples are set, it’s rather a sloppy affair. Society dictates ever changing rules, standards constantly evolve so we might measure our attempts.
I look out, the windows need cleaning.
Disconnected, I contemplate the work.
She reaches in, her bright fingers search
For something to cling to,
A secret place to hide her light.
Her pink body already sinking,
I wonder why she fights so hard.
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Are we nearly there yet?
said the tortoise to the hare.
I can’t believe you’re asking that
we’ve not gone anywhere.
Can you see the line yet?
the Tortoise was not deterred
This time Hare ignored him
made like he hadn’t heard