The Caregiver

I cradle the wounds I cannot see,  

Shadows of what once hurt me.  

In every touch, in every deed,  

I tend to others, plant their seed.  

A child once lost in silent despair,  

Yearned for love, for tender care.  

But hands that should have held me tight,  

Were absent in the lonely night.  

Now I mend, not just for them,  

But for the child I was back then.  

Each act of care, each gentle word,  

A healing hymn my soul has heard.  

In giving what I never knew,  

I find the solace long overdue.  

For in their smiles, I start to see,  

The love I give comes back to me.