Walk With Me
Why are you crying little one?|
What are those tears doing there?
Your lovely smiles—
Where have you put them?
Are they in the shadows somewhere?
Are you not aware that love
Was made for you, my child?
You are still “mommy’s little flower”
And “daddy’s little girl”.
That precious child
With strawberries in her hair.
So, stop your crying
Take my hand and walk with me.
I’ll take good care of you, little one—
Even better than your singing tree.
We’ll walk through the roses
That you planted with your dad,
On downward to the park
To pick violets for your mom.
You’ll wake the baby toads and walking sticks
As you sing to them the sweetest songs
From your shanty by the creek.
Going wading sounds good and laughter too
With brothers and sisters and friends.
Or picking strawberries by the roadside
Eating cherries from the trees—
Riding bikes and playing games to the day’s very end.
I see you are feeling better, little one
For your smiles are telling me so.
Yes, your heart is pleased to have a friend
To comfort you when you are low—
But all I did, my precious child,
Just so that you might know,
Was to bring out the god
From deep down inside
Where your loving spirit flows.
For the Just for the Love of it Challenge
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