I Am Still a Child
By Mahnaz Badihian
As if years and days were asleep
I'm still that little child
that loves her lacy shoes,
and her errant hair
that hardly reaches her shoulders.
As if years and days were asleep
and my hands still are
those of a child,
demanding another hand
to jump over a creek,
and my childish heart
gets confused by the
first encounter with love.
What happened to all those years,
have I lost the experience of
living in this strange world.
I'm still a child in my mother’s eyes,
who never left this house.
Come and see this child.
She has tamed the years,
and the moon engulfed
in her childish palms.
Source: https://www.vagabondbooks.net/2022/03/ask-wind.html
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