The Day I Met Myself As A Child
A voyage into the past
Time travel, astral projection, metaverses,
Could they be more than the creation of a mind?
Let’s say they are as real as the words spelled out in this writing;
And let me tell you all without further ado
About the day I met myself as a child.
At first, she widened her eyes and sat straight up,
As I walked into her bedroom.
She placed her doll down and asked:
“Why are you here?”
I told her: “So you can show me where it hurts.”
“I know no pain,” said myself as a child.
“It may not seem like it, but you do,”
I inched in closer and said: “Here, hold my hand,
And show me your world, little child.”
Without hesitation, mini-me took my hands
And transported me to school: the one place she knew well.
She showed me her favorite playground,
Her favorite rooms and teachers;
Her favorite classmates;
And her favorite place where she aspired to grace someday:
