Mother; remember I am small
a little over two feet tall
My view from here is limited
the shopping mall a place of dread.
Boots and shoes are all I see
as people rush impatiently.
You have forgotten how it feels
to see only toes and heels.
You hold me firmly by the hand
but I don’t think you understand
Just how it feels to be so small
and dragged around a shopping Mall.
If you ere small and couldn’t see
then you would know what frightens me.
16-May-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very interesting observation. I've done this many times with my grandchildren. This may be the reason they always wanted to ride in the shopping cart. A good read. Thank you, my friend. Richard