- Lily child
If I could show you a squirrel
in the eyes of a child
or damp your hand with a frog
brush your cheek with a dog rose, wild.
I would so like to walk with you
on a petalled carpet, barefoot
the sun and wind in our faces
where the grass is freshly cut.
Iron in the soul will not soon be got out
a hardened heart not easily soften
healing for hurt comes slowly
to one who has been bruiséd often.
Let me hold your hand
sit and talk a while
I will put my arms around you.
Lay your head on my shoulder, smile
and if tears should come my darling,
then cry your heart out love, just cry
