The ending was...
wrapped up tightly and placed in my arms
determined, confident, strong,
only a few minutes old and there she was...
shouting, reciting my list of complaints,
my lack of new dresses, my lack of new friends,
I was not aware she was even listening
from the back carseat.
She calmed down after she had thrown the stone
that hit me on the head; she had my attention at last.
I am getting a little better at not covering my ears
from the Child who throws Idealism.
Feel for our salvation,
the wonder of the first few moments
before we were separate.