Workshop # 2

As I spin the wheel of time,
Backwards,
Through the many folds of life, 
I find myself 
Holding my childhood 
The weight of her 
Gently in my arms 
She sits there, 
Patiently… 
Yearning to be rediscovered.

I hold her close to me, 
Yet the gap between us 
is… 
‘Immeasurable’, 
‘unabridged’.

I ‘ve walked too far… 

Today, no matter 
how distant she may be 
My childhood, my ‘child’, 
Is an integral part of me !