I Sworry

                                   They looked up a little afraid
                                   As if they could hide the question
                                   The head was tilted, hung down
                                   But the eyes, they were wide up
                                   Knowing a wrong was done
                                   And he was the one who did it
                                   But not quite remembering why

                                   The little fidgeting slowly begins
                                   Agonizing over what to say now
                                   Trying to find some small defense
                                   He knows he didn't mean to do it
                                   Rules forgotten in a tiny new mind
                                   While his world danced in fantasy
                                   Little but huge eyes look searchingly
                                   As a playful heart beats ever so hard
                                   Waiting to see what would happen now

                                   In a moment of anger she had yelled
                                   How many times had she told him
                                   But as soon as she looked down on him
                                   Standing there, wriggling, embarrassed
                                   Beside him was another misted figure
                                   Not quite there, like a ghostly shadow
                                   Smiling up with the same questioning eyes
                                   

                                   Slowly the recognition came to her
                                   It was if it was a mirror, a mirror in time
                                   Reflecting back her own image as a child
                                   Eyes searching up for her own forgiveness
                                   As she remembered what is was to be a child
                                   Tears fell and her arms opened to enfold him
                                   

                                   Broken physical things did not really matter
                                   In the room and in the hearts was only love
                                   The shadow figured smiled and twirled away
                                   Returning to the place where childhood lives,

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