Little Lamb

Little Lamb lay down with me.

Here where we are both alone.

My hands are blistered and cracking and I'm sorry that they taint your soft wool.

Dad says that hard-working hands are pretty hands.

But in my hard work I forgot my Little Lamb.

I pushed, I swept, I ran, I carried, I cleaned, I studied.

But my Little Lamb went neglected.

You don't say much,

But I can feel you Little Lamb.

Your gentle nudges and your comforting closeness remind me of your love.

Oh why did I leave you alone?

You could've saved my hands and my heart.

If a lamb could smile I'm sure you do.

You understand.

Though I can't decipher how, you understand everything I feel.

You have been here before haven't you little lamb?

Your eyes know me.

And I know your eyes.

I'm sorry it took me so long to recognize.

Thank you Little Lamb.

Thank you Big Brother. 

July 2013