When you called my name, I rose – jumped up
during toddler years, ever at
the ready. My heart still leaps
with every summons – bound
o’er distance and time –
to the child still
gently held
inside
you.
When you called my name, I rose – jumped up
during toddler years, ever at
the ready. My heart still leaps
with every summons – bound
o’er distance and time –
to the child still
gently held
inside
you.
Insights from "Inside" 
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Sometimes, we have to be the ones, nurturing that young child, inside of us, because, we can’t find anyone outside, to do it, and in turn, we become, our own, parents…
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