Lately it seems I'm not doing anything right.
My mouth tries loud words to make you hear,
my face betrays feelings that tear me up,
my eyes are too easy to overflow.
One moment we're laughing
and you're playfully nudging me, wanting a hug.
You've even reached for my hand in the parking lot.
And then, the cloud comes,
you scowl and roll your eyes.
You don't say it but you can't stand me.
So I hold on to a time when I was just right.
You were small and my lap was the place you looked for.
Your curly head fit under my chin
and I imagined what it would be like when you got taller.
Now, we can look straight into each other's faces
but not see eye-to-eye.
This is to be expected, they say.
I'll get through this phase -
just as long as you come back to me.
(Artwork by Bolivian painter Roberto Mamani Mamani)