Dear Child, don’t fret
Your days are not short
You have all the time in the world
Don’t run to be where I am now
For wisdom you think I hold
I would crawl backwards
If I could
For the innocence in your eyes
To see the world again
unclothed
Nary a face with disguise
Dear Child of mine
Enjoy your stay
Harvest all days you have
Treasure this moment
This time of your life
Of purity unscathed
If I spoke with wisdom of my years
Then you would be told
I’d give all, right here
Right now
To see life with your soul
….Heather
