by Sandra Lowen

Created on: November 24, 2009

TRUST

A tiny hand thrust deep in mine,

Eyes upturned; trusting eyes, that shine

With tiny tears I brush away

And kiss, and tell, The world's okay.

And this, this tiny pain that's real,

Means nothing to the hope you feel

Each time you venture toward the new.

The world is safe, I promise you.

The kitty will not always scratch.

And we can make another batch

Of cookies that don't have to burn.

Don't worry. You'll catch on. You'll learn.

Just rest your little hand in mine

And everything will turn out fine.

My eyes do not look straight at you.

My meaning, not my words, are true.

I know the world's a brutal place,

And that, I can't say to your face.

But I, with all my heart, will try

To bring veracity to lie.

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