I was just thinking about you a while,
And felt the need to write to you, I have missed you lately.
I was remembering the good times,
When the days stretched out for weeks,
Our skin was grubby and golden.
Running through fields and forests.
I know the world was a struggle for you then,
More of a struggle than a little person could handle.
I just wanted to say, really, that I’m proud that you survived,
Proud that you learned another way to live, other than the way you were taught.
That such goodness grew from so much hate.
You deserve to hear that and I hope you’re well.