Jul 14, 2005 11:43
"Little Lamb"
Sacred and clean
like a lamb,
I came into this world
into loving arms
who protected me
when I was most alone,
vulnerable, helpless.
Those arms carefully
let me go when they knew
I wasn't alone,
vulnerable, helpless.
So now I run free
but I still follow...
the arms who held me
when I was alone,
vulernable, helpless,
because those arms
teach me how I
should someday hold
my own little lambs.
This poem means a lot to me now... I think I was inspired when I wrote that. Maybe I'll revise it but I like it just the way it is. Still very happy am I. :)
**NICKS**