Childhood, family, love, memory, Poetry

Small enough

When you are small enough,
a dining table is a dangerous cave,
a toy cat is a naughty knave,
and your brother’s a brave knight,
slaying monsters, and here to save.

When you are small enough,
the moon is never too far away,
any hurt’s soon yesterday,
and your father’s a magician,
bewitched by each word you say.

When you are small enough,
every puddle is a mysterious lake,
every path is an adventure to take,
and your mother’s a castle,
refuge of cookies, kisses and cake.

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