the poking
the prodding
the whining
the children
their skin smooth and freckled
their teeth white and crooked
their hands curious and clumsy
demand attention
those with experience attempt to soothe
demand attention
you'll miss it one day
one day you'll wish them small again
poking you
Yet we live on
gathering wrinkles
and experience
waiting for a day without poking
without prodding
without whining
love without bother
and know from experience
that those with knowledge are right
we wish we could grow older
without learning to love being bothered
yet we will learn
in the next stage of life
with a voice full of longing
we will say to those younger
you'll miss it one day
one day you'll wish them small again
poking you
-irma 14may2020
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