There is a place inside myself,
in hidden spaces,
where my soul and spirit meet.
There plays my child within,
forever young,
both happy and sad.
My keeper of answers,
this youth holds solutions
to questions not yet asked.
Parenting my child,
is to raise me,
the adult.
Written December 1990.
Copyright (c) 1990-2004 by Latanya Sweeney.