We walk hand in hand,
we look at trees in the park,
we feel the warmth of the sun.
Some things we don’t need to talk about,
some things we do

I had a dream in the morning
where our girl came back to us
at any age she wanted, at any time.
I counted it for true
and I was happy,
but it didn’t end the need to cry

There’s much more to us
than the stories we could make about ourselves.
Every part needs to come along with us,
every part needs to be healed.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 20, 2018