Look what’s become of me…


Look What’s Become of Me
She promised it could happen,
like getting too little sleep
or not eating my vegetables
and that thing about lying
in a bed (as if I ever made it),

all the ‘When I was your age’
combined with ‘You don’t know
how good you’ve got it’ and
children were starving in India
my offer to send them this broccoli
frustrated her with my indifference,
so typical of a 9-year old’s world,

what would become of me
she wondered, and would my
face freeze like this, and here I am
as old as her and still doubting,
still unsure, all because
I refused to apologize for
being a kid and not knowing
the pain and disappointment
of pain and disappointment.


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