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Sydney Tsai

Childhood

You run to your room and grab

your pink blanket. Clumsily,

with chubby hands and feet,

back to the living room and lie

on the spread-out cotton.


Two hands appear at your toes

and two more near your head.

You swing, left and right. Giggles escaping

from your belly. Hearty laughs

echoed around the apartment.


Right before dinner, the door clicks open and

you run into open arms that swing you up,

off the floor. You watch, captivated

by the characters on the screen

as a spoon floated towards your mouth.


The balcony danced amongst stars

as the gentle breeze rocked you

in steady arms. You hide between

drying clothes, blowing out bubbles

that floated to faraway lands.


But the days grow shorter and your patience too

wondering why these questions are necessary.

The peaceful nights of quiet are long gone,

with no one to comfort you except

the pink blanket that wraps around you,

Too short to cover your feet.





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