A/N - This is one of the few poems I dislike but want to show anyway. I dislike it because I began every single line with 'I'. But I like it because I wrote it ... well ... it has special meaning to myself and to others whom I know and love.

I am a Child, a Kindred Spirit

I am a child, a kindred spirit

I wonder who this child is

I hear his sighs of sadness, of loneliness

I see the lonely boy, whom I shall always love

I want to be his friend

I am a child, a kindred spirit

I pretend to not see the way he watches me

I feel his warm hand hold mine, pleading with me

I touch his gentle cheek, to wipe away his tears

I worry that his eyes show fear

I cry because he is gone

I am a child, a kindred spirit

I understand why he has left me

I say he will come back, though I know not

I dream of him, staying with me forever

I hope he will save me someday

I am a child, a kindred spirit