they work quietly / following directions silently / inviting me to be proud of their maturity / capability and mental alacrity / for a moment they cease to be / just nine or ten, becoming prodigies / young people handling responsibilities / until one of them falls and skins a knee / it starts to bleed / 'tho not profusely / snapping me / from my mental reverie / reminding me / that a few years ago they were still babies

Author: Elisabeth Komae Li
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