Childishly
I clutch
at my big sister's
skirt
shyly staring
from behind its pleats
(pink acrylic)
sucking my thumb
clinging to her finger
not trusting
the nearness
of the strangers
who claim to be
my cousins
not shy at all & wanting to play ball
a dreadful cheerful free-for-all
but I stay here
arms locked
around
my sister's knee
protected by her
presence & her
fingertips stroking
gently my hair.
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