(Have no idea what an inner child is? Check out this helpful page on subconscious psychology)
Every day, you were someone different.
The first day of fourth grade,
the last day of high school,
in the zoo,
or wandering the woods.
I hold you,
or I try to,
this fractaling puzzle in my heart of instincts, fears, and memories.
I catch as many sunrises
as I can; I reach down to hand you the light
that is coming.