literature

Heart

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I imagine you're a child on a swing,
legs pumping wildly as you call to me, shouting:
"Look, no hands!"
You stick your tongue at fate
and blow rasberries at common sense
before you hurtle into the dirt.

Little thing,
your lower lip trembles
at this new, familiar hurt.
I'm sympathetic,
but I let you cry there.
You've done this to yourself.

Maybe this time
marked your ninety-eighth fall, but
each bruise is different
and deserves tears of its own.
You reach for me to pick you up.
I always oblige.

I understand that part of your charm
lies in how you'll squirm from my arms--
always so anxious to get out again,
forgetting your scrapes before they heal and
making new ones before I can teach you caution.
Certainly, my tendencies and trends in romance mirror that of an accident-prone child.
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lastbattlelhu's avatar
Adorable! Love your vision of this child. It is like every child because they all fall and get hurt... CONSTANTLY.... But they always get up and go another round. They just want to make sure every now and again that you have seen them and are there with them through it all... Through all of the bumps and bruises....