“From Mother to Child”
I wiped your tears and washed behind your ears
And witnessed little miracles through the years;
I held you tight and kissed you goodnight
And chased away your fears in the night;
But there are places where words cannot touch,
Moments when “I LOVE YOU” is not enough,
Times when your whole world feels small and grey,
And it is then, my child, that you must pray:
God created mothers to play a part,
But only He can soothe an anxious heart.
Challenge: Write something (prose or poetry; fiction, nonfiction, or essay) using only second person. Somewhere in your work, include an authorial intrusion and try to make it subtle enough that none of your readers will be able to identify it.