This poem was inspired when, during lockdown, I saw a worried mother pushing a pram, while her older daughter was walking beside her dressed in a princess party dress. I began wondering what the mother may be thinking.
Little princess, your fairy-tale dress
obscures this bleak and towering world,
as you walk, head held high,
towards your dreams of perfection.
Should I intervene?
Offer guidance to overcome life’s hardships?
Or do I allow you innocence?
Responsibilities pile high
once the hand of achievement
pushes down, demanding accomplishments.
Maybe I should show the way,
not by lesson but by deed.
Witnessing how I cope with my life
could be all the knowledge you will need.