A Sleeve
She tugged at it again.. What now...I check.. Drops of milk churned up in her little tummy Chose now as its moment to see the world...through my sleeve My sleeve...she must have thought is a part of me. wonder what babies think of us humans.. what do they condition their mind as? here comes yellow chechimmayi, Her hands are funny, they have extensions, why does her leg seem ruffled at the bottom? yesterday they resembled bloated balloons.. When was the last time I tugged at a sleeve??? maybe she feels what I felt then.. a natural emotion or a reaction to tug and nudge a loved one.. to bother endlessly sans guilt.. Its been long since she tugged at my sleeve where she tugs now hurts.. Deep down I wish.. I did not know... I have to rush... There is a sleeve to give, you see a thought... for me to bug, that sleeve will it ever be?