You trenched the yard
and put the soil back,
and she--at seven--furrows her brow
panicked the ground will always look
overcompensatingly overfull,
and still look incomplete.
You chuckle at the rather strange concerns
a child can fearfully feel
as you edge the yard with brick,
expressionless and pale.
In time she never speaks of childish whims
in time the treaded yard becomes the same,
or difference forgotten.
Author notes
I used to panic over all the little things that never seemed to matter much.
When I think back on them, I don't think, "I was a silly little girl". I still panic a lot of the time.
Yes, I know overcompensatingly isn't a word.
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