If I Was Little Again

Here is a little poem I wrote inspired by a short dream I had this morning where I was a child crying and being comforted. Hope you enjoy it.

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If I Was Little Again

Patsy (me as a child) © Pat Ruppel

Patsy (me as a child) © Pat Ruppel

If I was little again and crying . . .

I’d want to be picked up
and held  . . .  

Tears to be gently wiped
away and told it would
be okay . . .

If I was little again
and crying . . .

I’d want them to say to listen
to what my heart is feeling and to what
it has to say

I’d listen real hard and hear it tell me I’d
feel good and
soon would be out to play . . .

If I was little again
and crying . . .

I’d hear my heart say, “I’m here
and will never leave you ―
it’s what you can count on everyday”

If I was little again
and crying . . .

I’d hear my heart say, “I
love you” and I’d say, “I
love you, too. Will you come
out and play?”

by Pat Ruppel © 2017

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(Also see a related post I wrote called, “It’s a Love Story . . . Discovered”)

Pat from the ‘ol kitchen table

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10 thoughts on “If I Was Little Again

    • Thank you, Diana. I’m happy you enjoyed it and was moving to you. Dreams are a funny thing — you never quite know what their meaning or purpose is. Just have to go with it.

    • Thank you, Patricia. I do, too, with my little ones — such a loving feeling. So glad you’re now getting notifications. I love seeing you over here. Hugs xxoo

    • I’m glad you feel that, Andrea. it means a lot to me that it connects us and you get me. So appreciate you, my friend. Thank you for stopping by and I’m glad you enjoyed the image and poem. You’re the best, my friend. ❤️

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