Grownups and poets have their friends. Children have theirs. When Christmas is too slow, and grownups don’t care,

We don’t cry – Tim and I –
We are far too grand –
But we bolt the door tight
To prevent a friend –

Then we hide our brave face
Deep in our hand –
Not to cry – Tim and I
We are far too grand –

Not to dream – he and me
Do we condescend –
We just shut our brown eye
To see to the end –

Tim – see Cottages –
But, Oh, so high!
Then – we shake – Tim and I –
And lest I – cry –

Tim – reads a little Hymn –
And we both pray,
Please, Sir, I and Tim –
Always lost the way!

We must die – by and by –
Clergymen say –
Tim – shall – if I – do –
I – too – if he –

How shall we arrange it –
Tim – was – so – shy?
Take us simultaneous – Lord –
I – “Tim” – and – me!

Emily Dickinson’s poem, “We don’t cry — Tim and I — ” proves courage to wait can be found. 

When one of my children was very, very small, she stopped in front of me one day as we were going downstairs from her and her sister’s bedroom.  She looked up at me with complete trust. 

“What?” I said.

“Where is God? she answered.

We sat down. She on one step. Me, on another.

I asked her if she knew that part of herself, inside her, (I pointed to her heart and head) that I couldn’t see unless she wanted me to. She looked at me as if I had uncovered a secret. She nodded cautiously.

Her wide eyes drilled me as if to warn against any attempt I might consider making to see her inner thoughts against her will.

The inner self is large, or small enough “To prevent a friend — (or, Mothers, or, God, unless invited)/ (Where) Then we hide our brave face ” for every child knows that sometimes hiding is the very bravest thing.

Perhaps, “by and by — ” Christmas will arrive. “Take us simultaneous — Lord — / I — “Tim” and — me!”

 

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