Wrap me in a blanket
be my mother
a cocoon,
the safety of silk,
the comfort of milk,
hands and pressure and sweat
a loose hair,
a stray duckling,
no one cared enough to look back
and steer me clear
from destruction.
I am a grown up now
be my friend,
shake my shoulders,
remember, you were once important
even that shopping cart in the river
served a purpose,
had a brief moment
in the sun.
written April 10th 2016
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