Transformation

A child does not ask to emerge into the world.

Yet, when the time comes, she enters
Tender, delicate, uncomfortable into a cold, bright world.

From middle age, confident with experience,
I look back at the frightened child I must have been
and wonder what thoughts formed in her head.

That tender child lives within me, but I will never hear her speak.

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