Dear Child

23 Nov

Dear child, climb on to my lap and into my waiting arms. Let me hide you from the horrors of this world.

Dear child, close your eyes tightly and scrunch up your face to guarantee that not a single sight escapes inside. Let me blind you from the sadness in this life.

Dear child, my hands are busy holding you so please place your palms against your ears and don’t let go, not even for a second. That’s not enough to protect you from the voices of pain calling out in the silence but it’s the best I can do.

But dear, dear child, there is one thing you must never do. You must never close your mouth. You must never let anyone do that for you. Feed our sorry souls with your clean words of innocence and undamaged thoughts. Fill our minds with the ideas we’ve lost, the ones that were stolen away from us before we even had a chance to lock them up – before we knew we had to. Maybe if you do so long enough you might be able to begin healing our open wounds, although that too I doubt very much.


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