As we spoke,
All three of me,
We shared the same identity,
But couldn’t be more seperate from serenity.
But as I connected with the compassionate self,
The one where I feel centred and connected to me,
I held compassion, forgiveness and a longing to be together,
With the rest of the gang:
The teen, the child – the two so influenced by my mother.
But that will come,
That unison, trust and understanding.
Take one step at a time, dear three.