She Will Continue To Grow

She is blessed to see the world beyond her eyes the moment she is created

and she grows older with laughter without the slightest worry in the world because

she doesn’t need to, yet.

She doesn’t have to, yet.

 

And her mother easily forgives her with the words “it’s okay, sweetheart”

when she accidentally knocks over a glass of water that she had naively put on the edge of the table

and she doesn’t have to pick up the shards herself because

she doesn’t need to, yet.

She doesn’t have to, yet.

The kid can’t even spell the word “responsible.”

 

She wonders where her father has been through the years

and learns that he never really went to

pick up the groceries

and her mother screams with so much disappointment

when she accidentally knocks over a glass of wine that her mother had carelessly put on the edge of the table

except her mother doesn’t have to pick up the shards herself because

She doesn’t need to, anymore.

She doesn’t have to anymore.

 

Times are changing.

 

She is not the person who knocks over the glass,

she is the glass.

Shattering into a million pieces knowing

she must clean up the mess when she is done,

because she is responsible for herself.

She needs to.

She has to.

 

she knows that everyday will be like this

because she realizes that this

is growing up.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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