CHILD
YOUR CHILDHOOD YEARSARE NOT GREAT IN NUMBER,
BUT YOU HAVE WITHIN YOU THE WISDOM
OF ANCIENTS AND THE COMPASSION OF SAINTS,
AND I AM IN AWE OF ALL YOU CAN DO
AND BE, AND SEE AND UNDERSTAND.
MY HUMBLENESS ONLY CRACKS
TO LET MY PRIDE IN YOU SHINE.
I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL THAT, FOR ONE SMALL MOMENT,
PART OF YOU HAS BEEN MINE.
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