25.11.15 - Standing

Do you remember
When you first stood in the world
On the line between right and wrong
And looked at both, back and forth,
To realise there was a difference?
Perhaps incapable of description
By a mind so young
Something inchoate and unreasoned
But still, there it was.
And standing there
Before whatever caused the moment
Did you lift your little hand
To find your mother’s grasp
And an understanding
That she knew the difference well enough
And so too, now did you?

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