The snapped limbs
of a rag doll,
or a lost toy
the missing piece
of a picture puzzle
or the mislaid
hair clip
from a shiny pair
Her sanguine eyes
look at me
as if I am the
However behind
my reassuring smile
I measure my
fearful fragility
and wait for the inevitable
as she will grow up
to see my
shivering
human inability !
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