Hodling me back you turn me all black
Telling me sidelined is you being kind
Claim that it's great to hold yet not hodl,
that being this cold it's good not to codl
And so as you continue hodling me back
without being brave ever having my back
Telling me always to stand back admire
Admire the mire now brewing within?
That's really just foolish a pointless unseen
And yet within darkness I notice the light
determined to swim or maybe take flight?
But just then the younger child -
calls out to me. She's waiting. Impatient.
She breaks my reverie:
"Mum please do let's hurry,
we've got to go now!
It's time to get my hair trimmed
Let's not make
Hairdresser frown!"
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