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Does she know?
That I'm slipping away,
Like rubbery ducks in a bath,
A blurry memory in the past,
Sometimes I catch her
Staring,
At me,
Perhaps wondering,
When I grew old enough to lie,
Old enough to hide behind smiles,
Airy laughs,
When I learned to cover weakness,
With jokes and self jabs,
To keep her from worrying,
To conceal my worrying,
She must wonder,
How I face the world with such
a tiny body,
Why I haven't drowned,
Why my head still floats,
She must wonder,
If I have reached the point,
Where life shifts from a ride to a chase,
Where problems adorn me like a choke necklace,
I see it in her eyes that she knows that,
When I laugh, I giggle and I
speak another lie
No longer will her little girl ask,
"When I grow older, what will I be?"
©miriel_oye
