Coming Home

I wrote this piece in a writing workshop… which turned into a pledge to my inner child.

Dear sweet one.

Come here by me.

I want to see you and be with you.

I want you to stand by my steadiness.

I will hold it for you. I am strong, able, alive, capable.

No need to go out there by yourself afraid.

No need to be so wobbly when I am right here for you.

Come home

Come close oh little soul,

I will keep you safe,

You can cry here and be free too

You can laugh here,

I will stay steady for you.

We can whisper together.

I will hold the umbrella, I will hold the flashlight, and make sure you have boots on for the romping we will do up ahead.

Come close sweetie.

I hold out my arm and sweep you near me.

Come home.

I am here

I have not gone anywhere.

I promised you, oh so long ago, I’d never abandon you. Never leave. No matter who left.

I will keep you safe.

Come here.

No need to wander the streets alone anymore, no more scary places.

No need for that lostness, that darkness.

I will scoop you up and keep you safe forevermore.

Come here – little sweet one.

I know who you are.

I see your tears, and pain, I see how afraid you are in this life all alone.

Bask here, with me. No words, nothing to say.

We can be in the quiet together.

I see you play with beads, jump with delight with songs and dances.

I see how funny you are.

I see your adventure and love and pure rosy cheerful heart.

I will bask here with you.

Fresh beginning

Always

Every day a new opening.

Brighter lights

Hope that blinds and joy that bellows

Come here and bask in these moments

I’m so happy I saw how I could help you by whisking you toward me.

This is our place now.

Our special place

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