I knocked on the door To see if the child inside me opens it, Welcomes me in and makes me sit, Lets me sip the omnipresent Tea from the fragile cups of the kitchen set. To see if she still cuts her hands While making origami swans of all the colours in the rainbow. To see if the nails are still all bitten, And if she still pokes the needle into her palpitating finger while customising dresses for her Barbie. I couldn't wait, To listen to her laughter Which is funnier than a joke. To listen to...