Poems from 4evralone
God help the child,
Silent, scared, unseen,
Confused by life`s lessons,
Hurt by hands he loves.
He does no right.
He does no wrong.
Can he...
Winding rivers washing us along,
Swift currents making their course,
I hold tight to the precious one,
I fear to loose to the undertow....
Alone, we wonder through thick of night,
Stumbling through the under brush that binds our ankles.
The journey is too much for the body,...