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
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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