Little child, that I could lift you
take you out of a past reality
and hold you in my arms with
no possibility that your brilliance,
your spirit and power could
or would ever be mismanaged,
abused or underestimated –
white hair, rose lips, your blue eyes
filled with playful joy, such
admiration and love I have for you.
Were I able to take away all the hurt,
would you still be you?
Would I be erasing the spark
that fought its way to becoming
this radiant blazing woman who
carries compassion and love
in a paper cup ready to share
a splendid gulp of open handed grace
with anyone fortunate enough to
share your bold path to what is
best about being human?
by Kelly Waterbury
Wow .. this is the question for everyone, right? What makes you, you?
“Were I able to take away all the hurt,
would you still be you?”
I ponder this question often for my children. Beautiful souls often tend to know pain. Thank you for your thoughts.