Was I ever so small and weak?
Ever raging from wild to meek?
Was I ever so dependent on the whole?
Was I ever like these little girls?
Did I fight and flight with fancy?
And demand help on every passing expanse?
Did I require so much love? Attention?
How could that ever pass my detection?
I stand and stare at these girls at my feet
So young, so different, that I greet
Greet with questions of how I was
When I was as young as these girls.