The child, in her secret life
of fantasy and subterfuge.
Midnight feasts and private games
and all her hidden dreams
That solitary cage of youth
Trapped in secret fears
Assumption of such expectation
Fired with such irritation
Enemies wear big shoes
In womanhood may come a moment
of unsupervised existence
Living without the eye of constant,
disapproving, parental judgement
aimed upon you always.
Such freedom to freely dream,
a time to live unviewed,
to stretch and be herself.
And keep no secrets
Now, to parenthood, and the child
becomes the watchful parent.
Now the eyes look the other way.
Again disapproval aimed
to force secret midnight feasts
and private, grownup games.
The solitary cage of adulthood
trapped in the assumed expectations
and the idolising eyes of our children
As we look on them
with their secret codes,
their childish tales and woes,
so we hide again from them,
as if they were the parent judging us
and we, the child judging them.
Living in hiding from each other
with our private lives
with our hidden dreams.
With secrets. By
carey lenehan
(About carey lenehan)
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