She plants flowers
she looks angry
the child is at play
I wonder why
the scowling face?
after so many days
have passed away
Is she happy?
she works at it
the child is a jabber-box
She commands
he, the child, pretends
and then
goes his busy way
He talks
she answers
communication
I remember well
Interaction
always conditioned
partitioned
her way
Stop and play
the day is short
witty retorts
will wilt away
The work can wait
the child will not
be here but for
a few days
11/24/01
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