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Little Child sitting alone in the corner
Wonders about questions yet to come
Pondering the moment of the now
Marble rolls away
Lonely, frightened, sad
Haunted by night's violent
sounds and dreams
Red glass one is thrown
Another is kicked.

     Rolling.....

                       hearing.....

The song of
Spheres colliding with a
Sparkling snap
Changing directions
At rest now, quiet, peaceful

Heavy sighs escape Little Child

Retrieving the tiny globes
Hiding them in pocket
Outside playing and kicking in the dirt
Trying harder to spur on the hourglass sand
Looking upwards
Searching the sky for "why."

Little Child.....

Little...in a very big world
With a little heart as wide as the universe
Time creeps as slowly as that bug walking by.

"Hello Mr. Bug!
How are you today?
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
I'm little, too!
Let's be little together.
I don't mind being little because
I have a VERY big daddy."

Enduring the day's scrapes and bruises
Anxiously awaiting that magical moment
Finally it comes!
Door bursts open!
Musky aroma fills the air.
Joyful, booming, deep voice
Penetrates the earth and sky
Arms thrown open wide.

"LITTLE ONE!"
"COME!"

Jumping with excitement
Breath held...hands clasped
Little Child shyly bows
Smiling eyes twinkle
With pure, innocent, love and adoration      
Tiny hands reach up                              
Strong, powerful hands grasp tightly
One foot steps up                    
      The other follows          
           Music begins...
                Melded...
                         In the dance...
                                       All is well.

Copyright Pushkva April 2006

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