Dan Brown (20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)
Little man? Little man! Where did you go! ?
Did you leave because I upset you so?
I wonder if, one day, you might return
if I were to promise to be less stern?
I miss you, little man, and hope you know
that I never wanted to make you go,
But I had to be… firm, and… Stand my ground -
the silence now is such an ugly sound.
Come, little man, you can’t hide forever -
it is time we were in bed together,
me tucking you in and stroking your hair,
protecting from monsters that are not there,
and whispering my love into your ear,
telling you, “It’s fine, because I am here.”
Comments about this poem (Little Man by Dan Brown )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
William Ernest Henley
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings