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Rockabye 17
January 21, 2023
If I am filled with childlike wonder,
if I smile just like a newborn baby,
why can’t I be cradled
and held so softly
as I once was?
No longer congratulated for walking on two legs,
I am left to crawl towards greater achievements,
aged only by the world’s expectations,
and at night I sing myself a lullaby.
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Sometimes I realize just how fragile and childish I can be, and I don’t mean that in a negative way. This is a poem for those moments. I think it’s important to realize that it’s impractical to expect to behave and be treated as an adult all the time. You’re allowed to care for yourself as you would a child.