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
