My smile hides my broken heart.
A mechanism set in place, buttons unnecessary.
Gears in motion, routines jumpstart.

Little seeds growing and then depart.
On their long journeys, I am momentary.
You might forget me, sweethearts
(but I won’t)

Farewell, little seed.

I know you can’t tell apart,
Left and right (yet)
but
I know you can tell apart
right and wrong.
I know you can stand up and say
“I am me and I can do it”.

Farewell.