Take hold
of that small hand
that reaches out to you
with longing to belong.
It is your own.

Look deep into your searching eyes,
hungry for compassion.
Give invitation
to be known without judgement.

Hold the pain and tears
you find there
with care and understanding.

Tell her-or him
you will no longer ignore
cries of fear
but will hear them with
nurturing reassurance.
Of course you are scared, or angry, or sad.
There are good reasons.

Walk that small child within
through it’s pain
to this side of knowing,
It is seen.
It is known.
it is loved.
By you.

Wrap arms around that inner waif
and journey home
to belonging
and promises of love.

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