A FIND!

One child follows mother
Without looking
No questions
No concerns … save
Staying in step.

Eyes ahead
Hand holding a part
Of the Hijab
That hides the flesh
Of the one who birthed
Her life.

Another child
Smaller, yet not by much
Same mom
Same eyes
Except these eyes
Wander
And wonder
And watch.

She lingers
Mom watches
And waits
“Stay by me!”
“Stay by me!”

Mother weighs
Worries … about
Her little wandering
Wonderer.

She waits too
This little one
Who dreams
... Awake
... Or not.

Upon whom
Does she wait?

What happens to her
This little wondering
Wanderer?

Who is she?
This tiny watcher ...

She is a poet
Who buries her poems.

She hides herself …
Within herself
And keeps her wonderings
To herself.

The little poet learns
To keep up
Yet longs
To linger back
... Just a step
... A small step
Or maybe two.

What will become
Of her Spirit
... Her soul
... Her self?

She’ll lose herself
To become her
Sister’s self.
And the loss
Will be
For all of us
To lose.

Seek her
Spirit of God
Find her
Finally
And free her
Fully.

She is a poet
And a prophet too.

She is
A FIND!
To fine
To lose.