Oh Child
Maybe it’s your negativity, selfishly winning, endlessly having your way. Because try as I might to daily, desperately shoo, shoo, shoooo !! it off, hunkered in humph, you continually remain.
Oh, child. Stubborn, stubborn child.
Or maybe it’s your words, tossed around so carelessly. Hurtful here, ugly there, shared with effortless callous. Darts of hate aimed and targeted, sticking to no one in particular, to every heart in it’s path. And I wonder. WHY ?? why ?? What can possibly be gained in such dismal relentlessness ??
Oh, Child. When will you realize you are but a minuscule moment in time ?? the teeniest grain of sand ??
a footnote
a p.s.
in this gloriously massive universe.
You’re trying my patience, Little One. I’m open to understand but I can’t, I don’t. And I’m walking a thin line, Child, thisclose to succumbing to your nonsense with raised hands of what’s the point ?? it’s useless ! But as with every youngster I’ve encountered on this journey of life, I’ll continue to try, to coax, to aide, to see your beauty within. Because I know it’s there, somewhere. It is always there, somewhere
& so, Dear Child, I’ll continue in my hopeful quest for you, for us. I’ll never give up on brightness, Child, EVER and as difficult and challenging as you insist to be, I promise, I’ll never give up on you.
♥