at my child self.
child self looks back,
not comprehending all the years
that followed after five.
her eyes see only
a baby brother, born that year,
and a broken arm (and the favorite dress,
lost to the surgeon's scissors)
and the roller skates mom threw away
to keep her safe.
she thinks that's the worst she'll ever suffer.
she thinks that's the most
she'll ever love, or lose.
my shadow self knows different,
but she's not telling.