THE CORNERS

Four corner pieces

Coveted, prized

Four in total

All within her eyes

Sharp and jagged

Ready to battle

Growing too fast

Holding her rattle

In she comes

Fitting that piece

Right where it belongs

The gap now ceased

Soft and rounded

Awaiting connection

Needing to slow

Craving direction

In she comes

Fitting that piece

Right where it belongs

The gap now ceased

Disproportionately strong

Needing encouragement

Growing so fast

Needing nourishment

In she comes

Fitting that piece

Right where it belongs

The gap now ceased

Tiny, right-angled

Simply defeated

Doing too much

Everyday repeated

In she comes

Fitting that piece

Right there it belongs

Beside me