Such a small thing
All knobbly knees and milky teeth
How could you feel so much in your little frame?
No crisis compels you or misdeed averts you.
Yet you feel all you see.
Still more.
A cloud over the sun. Shaking hands and tears that run.
You are not in danger, I am here, I am here.
Your body betrays you, my poor little thing. How can I hold you and make real your relief?
I did it today, tomorrow and next week. Your pains I will pocket and your tears I will taste.
Always my darling, I am here
You are safe.