Do you hear me in another’s words?
Do you see me in another’s smile?
Do you enjoy me in another’s laughter?
Do you feel me in another’s touch?
Do you know me in another’s arms?
Do you hear me in your own words?
Do you see me in your own smile?
Do you enjoy me in your own laughter?
Do you feel me in your own touch?
Do you show me to another in your arms?
Even when the words are soft, harsh, or inaudible?
Even when the smile is slight, full, or invisible?
Even when the laughter is happiness or covered up pain?
Even when the touch is pleasurable or painful?
Even when there are no arms to hold?
Have you defined me only by your own standards?
Have you defined me only by other’s standards?
I hope one day, you see me the way I see you…
Look after each other, sentient or not…
As all are my children
Children of love
– Nim –