How is it that an eleven year old
Can make you stop within your tracks
With something so profound
Your breath, it catches in your chest?
They somehow know the words to fill
An awkward silence, or just how
To accurately put love into few words,
Like they’ve boiled it down
Until the essence is rolling off their tongues.
Incredible really, that a child so young
Can understand the things us grownups
Grapple with so hard, struggling to voice
The turbulence of this life…