When I was a child a I could be invisible too
I went to the keyhole. I stood still until the bad man went away.
Some years later, I guess I was sixteen. The first time I noticed
I did not fit into the swing, not fit to ride with toy horse...
Hiding in the closet...
Beloved mother's warm lap.

And all my joints rattled
and yes I, too, grew up.
From ear to ear was overed murky water

After a while I suitable for school, in the army and the church
then I don't. Time passed and I don't afraid. I made a family and I thought:
"When I'm not growing anymore, my children grow of my part".

I worked a lot and I built house for my family. I bought a spacious car,
and I was going to remain there and in my own way to be free.

This my so-called life is ugly and narrow when it did not go as I was dreaming...
And I feels that only place where I fit is in your warm lap...

So at this stage of my life I get the first hint what is death...
It is a fact that still grows and grows and grows
and finally there is only one place where you fit

And then, does not fit anymore even there...