Literature
Now I Understand (A Poem)
Isn’t it odd? Isn’t it strange? How in an instant Everything can change? One day I’m not here, The next I am, And I’m reaching out, For your hand. I’m just a child. I’m alive and free. I’m everything, I want to be. You smile down at me, And I smile up, And I feel like, This is enough. And though we may walk, Across miles of land, I will never let go, Of your big hand. Isn’t it odd, though? Isn’t is strange? How, in an instant, Everything can change? I’m growing now, And I’ve let go. I’ve tossed out the picture books, You used to show. Now I’m lost, And I can’t see. I’ve wandered so far, You can’t find me. I’m on my own, But now I’m scared. I’m still young, I’m unprepared. I’m adjusting though, And we talk sometimes. You remind me, Of those old Nursery rhymes. Isn’t it odd? Isn’t it strange? How in an instant, Everything can change? I’ve come back now, But I’m losing you, And I pray, It isn’t true. Because now I understand, Now I see, Everything, You were to me. My teacher,
