Yearning for the Unattainable
By Theresa Guido, 5th Oct 2013 | Follow this author
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Sitting back and looking around and realizing the things that perhaps you miss or wish you had.
Yearning for the Unattainable
I am envious of only one,
a tiny tot about two feet tall.
Red hair hangs from her head
in spiral curls that bounce
when she runs.
She has eyes like my mother, the ones
my father wishes I had.
In the sunlight, a rainbow of colors
can be seen in the surface
that surrounds the pupil.
She calls for her Daddy.
A sandy blonde haired man who
wears a white t-shirt with black
basketball shorts and torn up sandals.
She smiles, disappointment doesn’t
exist, not yet.
Maybe he wants what I want,
her energy, the need or want to explore.
She touches everything,
she wants to know,
why the mulch she squeezes feels
both rough and soft at the same time.
She wants to touch small brown birds
that land on the tops of the tables but
they fly just before she can reach.
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