The prompt over at Poetic Asides today was to write a “little” poem. We’ve got some separation anxiety going on at my place this week, from the “littles” and the “bigs,” so this came to mind pretty quickly.

This Morning

 

You seem too small to be thrust into this swirling world,

when all I want is to carry you like a pebble in my palm.

 

As the school bus rumbles down our fog-heavy street

I wonder if it’s harder for you,

wiping your tears before the driver sees,

to act out this big-girl scene.

 

Or harder for me, to smile wide,

and shove my hands deeper in my pockets,

so I won’t hold you back.