To My Inner Child Poem by Siona DoyleMcLaughlin

Hush little child,
Let the tears flow,
Yes...the pain is so real,
How I know. How I know.

Dear precious child,
Come lean on my shoulder,
The wound will be your strength,
When you grow somewhat older.

The world can seem cruel
To the young and the weak,
It is later of these experiences,
To others, you must speak.

Do not lose your innocence
Or crumble like a wall,
There is always a lesson
To learn from each fall.

So whenever you're sad
And there's too much to bear,
Come to me in your thoughts,
And know that I care!


~ Written July 19th,1993 ~

©Siona Doyle-McLaughlin