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Little She Who Is Me: A Poem of Comfort to Little Me

My drawing of little she who was me.

My drawing of little she who was me.

I wrote this little poem recently as a very private conversation with little me of four years old who lost her innocence. Grief still appears now and then and I wanted her to know my heart and to comfort her, the little she that lives inside of me. I don't want to live in the past or let it define me. I don't want her (little me) or my grown-up self to ever feel afraid or deep sorrow again. My hopes and prayers are for healing. I thought I'd share it, hoping it might help someone. God bless you, my readers.

Little She Who Is Me

Little she who Is me,

I’m sorry I failed to keep you safe.

I wish I could have stopped

the nightmare,

prevented you from harm,

but I was you, and you are me

from long ago,

and I had no power.

I wish it had been different,

that I could have snatched you away

and found us safe places to play;

places where we could frolic

and discover the wonders that

every child was meant to unfold;

a place filled with

rilling streams,

trilling birds,

thrilling butterflies,

and frilling flowers

arrayed in vast meadows;

where we would be happy

and carefree,

unknowing and unworried

of threats to our innocence,

and see a future unfettered

and uncorrupted.

Our past cannot be changed,

but our here and now

is safe and free;

I will never leave your side

unguarded and alone.

And little she who was me,

we have a good, good Father

who shelters us under

His magnificent wings;

wings that span from

eternity to eternity.

He was with us in our trial and sorrow,

but had healing in His wings

as a gift to us for today.

Our sorrow is at end,

our tears that He collected in His bottle

are now treasured testaments of His faithfulness,

and His tender mercies, which are new every morning.

Where we may be weak,

He will always be strong.

Let’s gather together under His wings

and become one, and fly in the sanctuary

of His eternal love.

I love you little she that is me.

© 2017 Lori Colbo


Lawrence Hebb on April 23, 2017:

Awesome, really enjoyed the poem.

Lori Colbo (author) from United States on March 28, 2017:

Venkatachari, I am sorry for your dear wife's suffering. You are right though, great suffering brings strength somewhere along the way. Thanks for your visit and comments.

Lori Colbo (author) from United States on March 28, 2017:

Three Keys, yes, my little she still needs TLC and nurturing.

Lori Colbo (author) from United States on March 28, 2017:

Dora, you are always so gracious. Bless you sister.

Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on March 28, 2017:

Very much touching poem crafted so beautifully. Very sorry for that little girl. It reminds my own wife's childhood which was lost due to hatred of her own family members. But she emerged so strong from that like you are now.

My blessings to you along with your little she who has merged with you now in such a lovely way with the grace of God.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on March 27, 2017:

Oh Lori. That little girl who was you has grown into such a demonstration of God's love and grace. Your comfort to her also comforts others. God bless you!

threekeys on March 27, 2017:

Lovely poem Lori. I dont know what happened to you at four(and its not my place to know) but our role as a grown up is never forget that little one. And when the world is being harsh or hurting us, we need to work at being patient and tender with that little one. I hope you will write more poetry. Take care.

Lori Colbo (author) from United States on March 26, 2017:

Hi Will, it is very sad, but God is working and healing. Thanks for stopping by.

WillStarr from Phoenix, Arizona on March 26, 2017:

So sad that some could not enjoy their innocence as children. Very well written, Lori.

Lori Colbo (author) from United States on March 26, 2017:

Bless your heart Ruby.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on March 26, 2017:

Oh, this touched me deeply. God bless you. I can relate...

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