|The poem and picture I kept in my tool box at work...|
Please listen to me carefully the next time you hear me. Please notice that I don't know much. Like you, I was born helpless. And growing up so I can take care of myself will take me a long time, too.
I need food.
I need rest.
I need to be kept clean.
I need to be kept warm in winter and cool in summer.
I need to be taken in your arms or sat on your lap.
I need to feel your skin against my skin.
I need you to help heal my hurts.
I need you to play with just so you and I can have some good times together.
I need you to teach me everything you can so I'll have a chance in this world when I grow up.
I need your patience. I know I'm not very orderly. I cry out for things like food and attention the second I need them. I can't help it, and I know that bothers you sometimes. All I can hope is that you will be patient with me until I can learn to be patient, too.
Above all, I need to know you love me. Even if your parents gave you no love at all, try to give a little to me so I can give a little to my children and they can give a little to their children.
I need so much from you, yet I have only one thing I can give you in return.
That is my love.
Today and tomorrow and as long as I live.