Yuo Can'T Be A Child Anymore

He said
You can't be a child anymore
Slapped her face
Hard
With that obvious conclusion
Clear observation
Of the boobs popping
Through the white nightdress
Creasing the cloth much above
Her belly button
Enduring chain of events
Constant battle
Little ponies and dollies on hold
Gently neaten in the drawer
He said
You can't be a child anymore
That's not how you should
Not how they say
Must be
Her five fingers hands
Unwrinkled thighs
Silent in waiting
With patient little toes
Sleeping on the chair