Tell me that story again Mommy…
Daddy lift me high above your head till I can’t giggle anymore…
Surround me with that irreplaceable feeling I adore…
Baby brother follow me around…
Speak to me in our language of sound…
Buy me a present that will be my world…
Perfect my pigtails with ribbons and curls…
Hold my hand and comfort my head…
Make me grilled cheese on quartered bread…
Oh how I miss being a little girl…
Carefree and sacred as an oyster’s only pearl…
Bring back that safety and protection of home…
Because in this adult world, a lost child I roam…
Jyl Phillips.
journey to the earth... 