When I Was Younger

I know you’re perched on that branch, high up in this tree. You’re looking out over the forest, dreaming of what is to come.

Hey you,

I can see you on the swings, playing hopscotch, running through the rain, going round and round and round. I can see you squatting by the daisies, making a daisy garland…

Hey you,

I can hear the high-pitched cries that you hurl into the world from the deepest depths of yourself. Be kind on your voice; it is our instrument. Ok, just one more time… Yes, it makes me smile.

Hey you,

Let your tears flow. Don’t be afraid that this will never pass. It will pass. I promise. It will pass. Everything passes to make space for what is to come.

Hey you,

I can see you sitting, with your little doll close to your face. Be yourself, always. For it is you as you are that he will love. And so will she.

Hey you,

That song that you wrote yesterday. About the butterfly that wants to fly far away? You will do that. Yes, you really will.

Hey you,

I wish I could talk with you, just for a minute. I would tell you that you will choose the right course. That you will feel freedom. That you will find love in music. That you will be loved. Will be a mother.