the heart of a lost child
in mourning for love & compassion
your beautiful kaleidoscopic greenish agate blue eyes looking up from a strain of unbridled tears
i hold you in comfort and rock you gently
smoothing your wetted raven hair from the rain
kissing your forehead gently & mother like
as we sit on a charcoal marble bench letting you rest in my arms as i caress your porcelain chiseled face as you drift off to sleep

"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses." ~JFK