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February 3, 2012 in A Happy Poem, Poem | Tags: doctors and hypochondria, eager to please, feminism, hanging on a gesture of kindness, heart on sleeve, smiles, uncertainty, validation, when I was a little girl

I am an eager child

Blue eyes lighted like candles

When you come into view

I beam

A moment of hesitation

As I wait for you to return the adoration

Surely you’re happy to see me?

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February 3, 2012 at 4:06 pm

slpmartin

Last line hits hard like hand wrapped in a velvet glove…strong poem IMHO.

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