She gazes at me with a silent question,
I nod to her to go on, go ahead,
She skips, curls bouncing, humming softly,
And I follow her quietly, knowing she deserves to be free.

She turns her head to re-assure me she’s still mine,
Her face alight with curiosity and beauty,
Then back, to slip her hand into my hand,
A squeeze, a hug, a reminder of what innocence is.

Climbing back into me, a sense of connection deepens,
With the child, with the woman, with the world,
A bond, so fulfilling yet so fragile,
Returning me to who I am, who I am.