by Elizabeth Challinor
By the sudden emptiness of her mind
She bends down to pull on her socks
What was I worrying about?
She asks them
I can't remember
Then looks up
Oh yes! That was it!
She catches the thought with her teeth
Grins proudly for an instant
Then frowns and carries on worrywalking
And spends the rest of the day rope learning
When she has long outgrown her uniform
She cuts the ropes
Goes to the park to swing on her thoughts
While the parents of patient waiting children