Who Could This Child Be?

©WhiteOak November 2008

I saw her standing there-
Her hair messy and disarrayed
Her clothes were dirty and tattered.
You could tell she was scared-
Her eyes showed the fear.
Who could this child be?

I saw her standing there-
Peeking around a corner
I wanted to reach out to her
But I did not know how.
When I tried to take a step towards her,
My feet would not move.
Who could this child be?

I saw her standing there-
I wanted to open my heart to her,
I tried to opened my mouth to speak,
But the words would not come out.
I felt like I knew what she needed to hear,
I wanted to comfort her but I just stood there.
Who could this child be?

I saw her standing there-
All tattered and afraid,
I fell to my knees
And all I could do was cry.
When I looked up again,
There she was in front of me.
Who could this child be?

As I stared into her eyes,
Something felt very familiar,
It was at that moment, I had an epiphany-
I was this child, and this child was me.
I wrapped my arms around her,
And pulled her close to my heart,
Together forever we will always be,
My Child Within and Me-

Who Could This Child Be?

WhiteOak Thomas

Commerce, United States

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