Wait

A vivid memory from when I was young,

I had a new pencil and I wanted it sharpened.

I bugged Dad to have it sharpened,

He said “wait” for he is cooking lunch.

I was stubborn, I was just a child.

So I took matters into my own hands.

With one swift swing of that sharp knife, it almost took my forefinger off.

I cried like a banshee and Dad came to me.

He treated it silently, calm as he could ever be.

When I finally stopped and looked at him, I saw tears silently falling.

That taught me the lesson of waiting.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. vishal4u says:

    Hahaha , that is the way a child learns. I still remember how I was kept away from fire or a switch board by my parents but the curiosity which a child carries in his heart is so profound. At last when I got burn one day just a bit and when I allowed electric current to flow through me for a moment then I understood that they both are not good for me.

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  2. Ξnigma says:

    Oh that fine line is the cut you made? Looks pretty deep.

    NIce poem, btw. 🙂
    And great blog as well. 🙂

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    1. aimmeesephyr says:

      Thanks! Starting to read yours too!😊

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      1. Ξnigma says:

        You’re welcome. 🙂

        Oh, thank you. 😊

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