An afternoon
with my girl. Just me and her,
the story reading over,
I'm free to doze off now. And I see her,
standing straight,
cold dissatisfaction,
embittered,
betrayal
writ large on her face!
She is holding the book behind.
I had read out to her
the first story from an adult world
that left her grumpy, sad. I could see in her mind's eye
the sunflowers withered.
I offered to hug her
but she refused.
Anger mingled with being sad!
Dissatisfaction !
