Dream of Trees

I have a little dream
she whispers quietly
a dream one day to grow big
‘How big?’ her mother asks
and the little one gleams
‘As big as trees!’
and watches her mother laugh playfully
‘But, honey, only trees grow as big as trees. Why do you want that?’
the girl hung her head and bit her lips, and whispered
‘They can see everything I can’t.’
Her mother dropped to her knees lovingly
‘And what do you want to see?’
‘Anything. All I see are legs and that’s it.’
Breath caught in her mother’s throat and she rose
pushing the chair on its wheel.

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