Dear Younger Me
Dear younger me
am I who you thought I be?
I don’t, hike my socks up
like the pros
I don’t, lay my mitt
in the dirt to stop a wicked grounder
I don’t, backpedal in order
to catch, the game-saving ball
I don’t, say my prayers
before I go into battle with my brothers
I’m not, flying above
the clouds at supersonic speed
I’m not, running into
burning buildings to save the trapped few
But I will always be there
for the one or two
The unheard, the unsung
the unloved and the undone
The big ones
& the little ones
I will always listen
for the wrestling of the leaves
That reminds me
what the younger me was meant to be
Dear younger me
am I who you thought I’d be
