Your words are
origami
they come with age
Each crease telling me
what
I need to know
Am I just someone who does
not
know any better?
Am I just the one who
needs
to know how to do things when
you
are gone?
I wish you could cut the
carrots
of your concepts
and feed me
without
airplanes
Am I just a
child
to you?
Helpless and in
need
of teaching?