Assume - Not!

How old, before one realises that to assume can be
a precarious thing.
Words of trust the fundamental backbone of youth – locked in

the innocence of embracing arms, gift wrapped soft
 pink dolls with cheesy smiles of love.

I  don’t want to go to school today –
for I now know  - I am different!

The teacher will eye me down
 prize me open like some tin opener on fast
eject, leaving my jagged edges bleeding for ALL forgiveness.

I  hurt
 in both body and mind, I remember those scattered little
white daisies along with the words  ‘he loves me, he loves me not’! and
yet what is this love of a father and daughter, his smiles I notice
 no longer reach his eyes -
 his actions leaving me no feelings of precious childhood affection

One day in the future when I am older and grey
 I shall dress myself in white fairy tale
pretense
then slowly, slowly I will learn all
those innocent childhood games that long passed me by.