Now that I’m 25 by Selvi Bunce

Illustration by Mimi Mutesa @mimimutesa

I grieve for my younger self

Where did she go?

Bommai craved the days when she could build forts

only to sit in them by herself;

who made three dimensional peacocks after school

– construction paper and brass fasteners.

Chellam who read Junie B. Jones for hours on end;

who walked up the hill to play in the snow

only to get too cold.

What did she think?

What did she feel?

Did she monitor her feelings before she shared them?

I can picture her, full of joy

Where did it go?

She must have kept it to herself

And out of my reach 

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