Little Beloved

a small fist around my finger,

your father’s blue eyes,

and my dark brown hair,

a little prince who could break my heart,

you draw so much out of me,

and your innocence brings it back,

to the heart center…

layer after layer peeled back,

unconditional love not understood…

until you cross the hardest thresholds,

where your deepest fears are faced,

in the return to original wholeness and deepest love,

for my little beloved.

 

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

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