Two Weeks, and It's Not Enough

Soft forehead creasing,
infant thoughts struggling to be expressed...
Eyes, two liquid pools of hope,
pleading...

The music plays
netting swirls
bubbling laughter
and rhythms I can barely understand.

I can only watch and wonder
and beg
Please,
oh please, my sisters,
please save some of 'the princess game' for me...

My brothers are so very grown-up they think numbers, and computer
games, and books, and dice games and piles of papers, and
many brightly-colored running games are exciting.

but
I like 'animals hiding from the storm,'
and 'dancing flower fairies,'
and 'horsey parties' best.

Oh, my sisters,
I will grow
as quickly as I can,
But please,

oh please,

...you don't.