Some mornings I wake up as a child

I believe all of us live with a small child inside of us.  Sometimes she wakes up and demands attention.

Some mornings I wake up

As a child

Surreptitiously

Seek approval,

Perhaps a pat

On the head,

Or simple reassurance

That everything

Will be fine.

This child wears

Black patent leather shoes

Frilly white anklets

A lavender checked dress

With smocking,

She has her hair cut

Pixie style.

She is three.

Some mornings I wake up

The child wakes with me

Simply

Demands attention.