Memoirs of a Three-Year-Old
- Andrew Williams
Crowded. Stuffy. Unfamiliar
knees and shoes brush by.
Not her. Must find. Not her --
Pinching fingers,
stinging cheeks.
Fear growing. Must find. Not her --
Tousled hair,
brimming eyes.
Lip pouting. Must find. Not her --
There, I see
familiar shins.
Collide head-on. Just found. Mother --
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