Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Warning label (a poem)

Keep out of  the reach of children, they say. 

Be careful

Watch out

Don’t touch. 


Don’t tell them 

The truth. 

But they already know 

So much better than we do. 


They reach for us

We pick them up

We put them down. 


Then, we reach for them. 

And they walk away. 


Keep out 

Of the reach of children, 

They say. 


Not me. 

I keep in the reach 

Of mine.

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