I am thinking of you, whoever you are
And holding you lightly
Here- just under my heart - in the
Place reserved for God.
I expect that comes as a surprise!
But it shouldn't: daughter, cousin, friend,
You are all precious.
I guess what I am finding words to say
Are those we would - if we were wise -
Whisper, or shout,
Or pass like salt over dinner:
"You, whoever you are, are loved.
And held, quietly,
Beneath the heart of God
And here, if lightly,
In my hand."