I met my child within, \'Amy\'.
We talked, we played, we engaged,
We looked each other\'s faces
for expressions.
We looked into each other\'s eyes
for emotions.
I had a lot to learn from Amy.
I saw a toy truck in sandpit, Amy saw a \'dooger dooger\' bulldozer.
I saw a kid, Amy saw a person.
I was bound up in multiple layers, Amy was uni-dimensional.
I was a novel, Amy was a preface.
I tried to make fun, Amy was fun personified, gushing.
I was inventive, Amy was curious.
I was burdened by past, Amy lived in the moment.
I was grown up, Amy was ageless.
I was biased, Amy has never heard of it.
I was constrained, Amy was forever hopeful, free.
Amy and I rejoined, made up,
when I clasped
my hands together.