hermina

«Love» for the other children

Help me,

so the other children I don’t hurt,

help me,

so to my parents’ words I always submit.

Fragile like a flower,

fine like a powder,

soft like the plump’s skin,

mundane acts of συμμορφωθεί.

What purpose do these hands serve;

Who do they serve;

Youthful wide smile,

and eyes lush, of life,

yielding I whisper…

All the other children I’ll love,

I love them like they love me,

I embrace them like they embrace me,

carpet in their halls I’ll become,

no step further like in a muddy lawn.

Oh stars and parents,

start the mending like it’s meant,

to be done in a second,

meet me if you will,

at the end of the ruffled filament.

I love the other children,

I’m the soil and shoes for other children,

while I’ve got no umbrella.