Wonder and Wander

A person who grows up without

Being fed Spoonfuls of love

Lives in a world of questions.

 

Do they love me?

Do they really?

Am I loveable at all?

Am I allowed to be here?

Am I allowed to ask for what I need?

Am I allowed to ask for what I want?

Am I entitled to want things?

To need them?

 

Am I allowed to take up space?

 

And the questions are so loud inside their heads,

 

They often miss the reassurances of those who do love them. 

 

Leaving them wondering and wandering while others stand

With a spoonful of love held out,

 

And the poor, deprived, unloved souls

 

Stare at the spoon like it’s filled with poison and not honey

and weep for the wanting

and the fear.

 

Love your children, lest they grow up to wonder and wander

 

Past all the open arms.