A little girl stood <br />beside her <br />Arms outstretched. <br />Demanding, commanding <br />Carry me. <br /> <br />She looked down <br />from the curtains <br />she was pinning. <br />Not now dear. Busy, you see? <br /> <br />The moment passed. <br />The little girl stepped back. <br />Forever. It was one too many times. <br />Not again, ever, would she ask. <br /> <br />And she. Waiting to finish, <br />to pick her up and cuddle. <br />Impatient, finding her, at last – <br />In the tree house, <br />busy with her family. <br /> <br />She. Arms outstretched <br />eyes pleading in apology. <br /> <br />Not now, Mama. Busy, you see? <br /> <br /> <br />30 April, ‘07<br /><br />Usha Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moment-lost-forever/
