Mother, father, where have you gone?
Why do I interest you so little?
I crave yours ears, your eyes, your imagination entwined
with mine
Play, my first friend
Engage in your creation, the outcome, the furthering of love
Touch my check and hold me to you
Embrace my curiosity and give us time
What you seek from your omnipresent tool, dear love, is what
I seek from you
A story, validation, a laugh, acknowledgement, hope, compassion
Be one with me mother, father
Reset how my impressionable life can go...
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