Through a Child’s Eyes

orange street-lamp sherbert,
an ice-cream cone right
outside my window, because daddy
I’m a little kid and I
love to love the world

dark green
leafy sheet curtains with the
little blackberries and little bits of
blood and daddy can you
wash it for me?

dusty yucky icky floor
like a desert maybe and I walk
on tiptoe when I cross because I
can’t get my feet dirty, daddy,
why don’t you clean, daddy?
why’d you make me dirty, daddy?

daddy I’m just a little—
just a little nervous, just
a little bit afraid,
just a little kid, daddy
I’m just a little kid but it’s
okay, I’m okay
don’t worry about me, daddy.

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