He comes

jostled awake,

wiping noses and

meeting teachers and

licking envelopes and

piling laundry and

stirring suppers and...

lonely for the girl,

rolling chalk between fingers,

i do not find the self portrait that i wanted.

i cry out,

"come to me,"

and He comes to me wrapped in

these little ones

and cries through them,

"love Me."