When it comes to caring,
I’m a pro – engaged,
wholehearted, well…
except that my toddler
self joins in, and no matter
how proper I try to act –
she is such a fetching child,
bright, inquisitive – she
distracts me from purpose,
gets me off-track, and I hate
being behind, and anxiety
acts up, and the subject of my
focus departs, leaves me solo,
abandoned like the baby,
memories of saturated diapers
unattended to, and the raw
scratch of tears unanswered,
and I’m not trained to care for
inner children, essentially
overlooked, innocence tainted.
One Woman's Quest 
I am flattered…thank you.
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Hehehe this is so nice
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thank you. And thanks for taking time to read so many of my poems.
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My pleasure, let’s keep doing this
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I will continue reading to unveil the message hidden in your beautiful words
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Ooh this made my heart hurt a little. A lot when do we lose part of ourselves and can we get it back. I just looked up the definition of innocence and it doesnt have the definition i thought. It seems to be more of a not guilty than how i feel of it as a child like wonder that i think we can get back even if it is stolen and takes a lifetime
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It’s the child-like wonder I am referring to. Hopefully, as we age and let go of the past, we can get that back.
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I think we can. I have in many ways
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I do understand those tender places we run into at times…those moments I live at that moment and release them…
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Maybe we live our life in circles, not growing older but growing further away and then circling back to our essence? Just a thought.
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Sometimes, we just need to let ourselves be that child that wanders/wonders … wandering does create chaos sometimes (smiling) but can also bring clarity and moments we never expected. Go with the flow… enjoy the wandering into wonder. ha.
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