my little head nestled in
the arm of my family
and the safety it contained.
I was once a burrower
turned assigned pages
in books I didn't choose
and the intellect it promoted.
I was once a burrower
slumber was my goal
the sheep I tried to count
but loneliness it created.
Now I am a burrower
as I rest my head
against the strength of my love
and forever is what it means.
