Thanks to supporter Aart Blokhuis for sharing this poem, told from the perspective of the little one whose life and future are so often ignored or discounted.
You Can’t See Me
You can’t see me, but I am,
Everything as much as you,
Like a pearl inside a clam,
Hard to fathom, but it’s true.
You are big, I’m merely small,
You can learn, yes, so can I
Even if you’re six feet tall,
Human! No one can deny.
I can hear my mother’s voice
And her heartbeat gives me peace.
Yet, I’m startled by loud noise,
But her songs put me at ease.
I can’t see you, but I know
That you love my mommy too.
For I hear you tell her so,
Gentle words, all know, are true.
Yes, that’s how it is meant to be.
Life is never about choice.
Love’s our gift that sets us free,
Bet you want to hear my voice?
Love to see me crawl, then walk
Show me, teach a world to see,
Hear me gurgle, smile and talk,
Dad, you’ll mean the world to me!
Truth is, I can hardly wait
What a joy that day will be,
Let’s look forward to that date,
Made complete, dad, mom and me.