Little one

Posted on March 17, 2017 by gwpj

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Who are you, little one,
and where is your mother?
Are you lost, or just exploring,
as my children used to do?

Is that your mother I hear
calling? It must be, as you
cock your head, turn and go.
Goodbye, little one, good bye.

About gwpj

Originally from Seattle, I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where I write, explore this city, read widely, and ask questions about things that i see as important. I'm also an author, with three novels published ("The Old Man and The Monkey", "Grandfather and The Raven", and "Bear: a story about a boy and his unusual dog"). For more information about my writing, drop by my website, at www.geogepolleyauthor.com.
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