i want to hear the stories
that ****** expressions silently tell,
how they came to be
who they are.
the ***** face of a child
with wet streaks running down it,
what's their tale.
the tragedies of the small
inconsequential things
that matter so much to a child
of six.
and the worn face
with folds and a lifetime of stories
caught in the wrinkles.
what has he seen,
war?
or heartbreak? left without
a wife.
just waiting for death
to take him too.