I’m feeling pretty young,
Small and scared.
I can’t control the trembling
Of my hands and my
Voice.
And even though I know
There is more to this truth,
Than the smallness
This is the place from which
I’m speaking.
I speak out of love
For the little child
Who was left standing
Alone and lost
So long ago.
Under all the words
I’m saying to you,
The child is hearing,
I love you.
I want you to understand
Why my eyes are weeping
But I don’t need you to.
All that matters is
I’m here, now.
And the child is no longer
Lost.