One of the finer things
I want to say to you
Within your hearing,
Within your truth,
Your ability to hear,
Come near,
Is that I loved
You in the womb.

Many don’t like to hear.
Others would say
That there was something
That you had to say
Or do before
I loved you.

I love you
As a child
Is loved by
A little girl
When she holds
It in her arms
And imagines
Her world
Very different
Than it,
In its violence
To her has been-
For this little girl
Is abused and sees
Only hope in
Her dream.