I got put in my crib,
Because there is a mess in the kitchen.
I’m too young to realize that
There’s broken glass everywhere,
And I could hurt myself if I crawl through it.
I feel all alone,
even though I know you are there,
even though I can hear your voice.
I want to be near you;
I want you to hold me.
But you are busy cleaning up the mess my brother made.
You’re making it a safe place for me.
I don’t understand,
But one day I will.
One day when I am bigger,
Have more life experience.
For now, I just have to trust you,
And wait patiently for you to come and get me
when all is made right again.