The Little Cottage By the Stream

Let your heart speak plainly, child.

Let the winds carry your secrets

to another land far, far away.

Speak of the pain and joy you feel

where others dare not to go.

Speak of the sweet smile of your mother

when you return every day from your walk.

Speak of the pain in your father’s eyes

when you injure yourself playing too rough.

There are no secrets here.

Just guarded words and hesitation.

We all come from secrets and hidden memories,

but all is not lost or buried.

Days come and go,

as well as our thoughts and souls.

Never let your heart feel as if

it is trapped in a cage of loneliness.

There will always be someone

who will listen to your secrets

like a child in awe.