Poem

I
is a small word
compared with You
I
is all alone until You make it two.
We is always together,
and is sometimes You and Me;
but sometimes We is more than that
when She makes three -
or even more
when He comes two
without saying who four.
And I is never lonely
when They is here with Me;
that’s I and You and He and She,
becoming Family.
And I is never really lost
when You has made I We
I has become a multitude
when They stands strong with Me.


© Penelope Wilcock 2008