The Walk

Good morning my child;

It's always so good to talk.

Please take my hand now;

Let's go for a little walk.

I've missed our time;

I've missed your precious smile.

It seems life is keeping you quite busy;

You haven't been still with me, in awhile.

I know you have questions;

For many there are no words.

Yet I see them in your eyes;

I feel every one of your hurts.

You know I hold great things for you;

Yet you hang on to things that aren't my best.

Thinking somehow I've forgotten you;

Or maybe, this is some kind of test.

Oh sweet child, hear me;

I love you more than you can possibly know.

All that you aspire to become;

Requires each lesson, in order for you to grow.

I know it hurts at times;

But it is you ~ who I need strong.

The deeper the pain, the greater the purpose;

Remember… you are right where you belong.

Lay your head here on my shoulder;

Let my touch warm you deep inside.

Know I feel your joy and pain;

I hear each laugh and see every tear you've cried.

Slow down and listen child;

The answers are all found safe inside.

Stop looking everywhere around you;

My love is something I would never hide.

Hold your head up high today;

Stand and boldly sing your song.

What a beautiful person you've become;

Don't you realize?  I knew it all along.

Good morning my sweet, sweet child;

It is always so good to talk.

Keep your hand forever in my hand;

Let's take an endless walk.

DeAnna