Written 7th June 2022
Blue eyed angel
Replica of a girl
Blonde, shiny hair
soft gorgeous curls
A deadpan look
so hard to reconcile
Why someone so young
is unable to smile?
Like a doll, a mannequin
you intensely stare
I wonder my sweetheart
what’s going on in there?
As you float around the class
speaking to no one
Watching the other children
as they play and have fun
You stand on the edges
quietly looking in
How much-unspoken hurt
bubbles under your skin
Four years is too young
to already have this wall
yet I’ve seen your kind
hundreds of times before
I’m usually good at connecting
with anxious, avoidant types
a little warmth and kindness
can often kindle a small light
But you, darling Liberty
I was unable to reach
It’s because of kids like you
that I continue to teach…
Because the more I see you
the more determined I become….
not to give up hope
not to succumb…
to that feeling of hopelessness
that there is nothing I can do
to make this world
a kinder place for you
As I lie in bed
you permeate my mind
a ghost of a child
your sadness entwines…
My heart and my soul …
I so wish you could know
you deserve a life of abundance
that overflows…
With genuine attunement,
love, joy and care
You’re more worthy than you know
Liberty
I see you there
Credits
Image by abeer muted from Pixabay
Image by bess.hamiti@gmail.com from Pixabay