Filthy Little Fingers Poem by Mauli Mule

Those button eyes, that you stare me with
Oh beasty how ugly you look
those filthy little fingers covered with mud
you point at me with those
As if asking me to pick you up
play with you
and myself become a child again
as if asking me to be your mother
hold you tight
and sway you through the air

Your brunet little ponytails
Oh how you remind me of autumn sun
how they remind me of my old days
Again to your filthy little fingers we come
Again to the look in your eyes
Again to you giggling around
And to just how ugly they all look