Little Mirror

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,

More aware,

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.

© Sarah S. Walters, 2018.