Child of mine, lost
in worlds not of my making.
Would that I could
steal into those worlds with you,
Caper through valleys,
chasing dragons and dreams.
Or scale a mountain and together
stand silent at a sunrise
plump with promise,
While I watch its light and joy break into
those dark eyes of hidden places.
I would speak to you then
in the land’s wild tongue.
Catch echoes of my love
whispered back on a distant breeze.
Perhaps your world resounds already
with songs and laughter,
wrought in night-and-day dreams.
And my voice?
My voice is all but lost to you.
Yet, still I will come,
Running and chasing.
marvelling at the mystery:
Child of mine.
Poem by Joan Campbell / Image from Shutterstock