That still small voice we’re taught
to listen to is not so still anymore,
nor small, a flurry now of arms and
legs and chattering, toddler size,
that small voice I held on my lap and
rocked to sleep, followed behind
his clumsy steps to dust off the
dirt when he fell, set him aright, and off
we go, reminding me what’s
important, where life and purpose lie,
a voice discovering himself and the world,
growing and learning and becoming …
Cam.
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