Sometimes
It’s not about his bike that broke
Or the Lego warrior who’s
Sword is missing,
Or the biscuit that is broken
And should be whole
No,
It’s not about the noodles
You made
When he really felt like
Sweet corn soup.
Sometimes
It’s just about:
Him having been a warrior today,
And now he needs you
To hold him,
Tickle his back
And tell him:
He is your
Little
Warrior.

Copyright Hiraeth 2017