Carried

I see her

Little me

Carried around

Because of injury

Frail and Pretty

All smiles

Oblivious to the unfairness

Remembered for miles...

I am still her

Taller, wider, wiser

Injury this time

Hits a bit harder

Small me had

No purpose, no responsibility

Now me, stopped in her tracks

Looking directly at her inability

(July 2023)

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