She doesn’t want to grow up

she tells me

she tells me many times

What do I say?

You must? Don’t worry?

She doesn’t want to grow up

she fears the leaving behind

of childhood’s loveliness

and simpleness

What do I say?

she tells me again and again

she holds me, then

it occurs to me, finally

Mums can fix anything

change anything

surely Mum can fix this.

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