Her four year old self
sat hidden on the stairway.
Flower sprigged dress
pulled over her knees,
face in a pout.
Chastised for something-
swatting her little brother,
not eating her peas.
Some small transgression
put her in a sulk.
Reminiscent of another young girl
two generations back
who wouldn’t eat her oatmeal.
Her mouth washed out with soap
for calling her sister a ‘pot licker.’
Remanded to her room,
spilling tears.
Both little girls feeling
nothing was right
with the world
until it was right.
The lip finding its
correct position.
The anger fading,
then hugs of forgiveness
wiping the slate clean.
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