When were you scared and lonely?

Single child building castles in the sand.
Whilst Mum brushes off the sandwiches and Dad looks at the horizon.
She is the sky, sea and land to the quiet couple.
She is all God meant for them.
God's gift.
Treasured in the family chest.
Each season sees the family gather to watch her clever acts.
Clutching her to admiring bosoms.
Smothering her with talcumed arms.
Beaming down at her; glittery, eyes on admiring stalks.
Like beacons of delight on love's lighthouse.
Admiring her creativity and excellent development.
Her ego knows no bounds.
Unconfined.
She is ever dutiful to the life givers, the power providers.
Always rings, sends cards and now nurses them in old age.
As their marbles bounce as glass on stone.
Tiny head filled with ideas.
Prizes handed: hand over rewarding hand.
Favourite foods cooked on demand.
Said to be special.
It's enough to give her a lasting sense of her originality.
Enough to make her unerringly selfish.
Frustratingly oblivious.
Like a dumb animal.
Unperturbed by human doubt.
Refreshingly free.
Terrifyingly naïve.
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