To all the hearts that my little child held on to

A poem dedicated to all the people that my child had a crush on

Oh what a beautiful experience it is,
to be a child again,

As I cradle my little child,
after letting her run amok or keeping her hidden and silent for all these years

I can not help but feel a sense of glee when I see her eyes light up as she sees all these beautiful and interesting and kind souls.