September 22, 2010 at 22:11
Humble you stand by your father tall,
But you glow with a myriad hue.
Just as free as the others,
Swaying as the winds blow through.
While mother feeds you and brother,
Father gives shelter from sun;
And you stand there suspended in motion,
Bringing joy to little ones.
Till someone takes you and brother,
September 3, 2010 at 11:18
Throw me a bone, let me catch it - it's mine, but you threw, it's yours, please don't take it –
oh no, don't you see that you crave it?
Hands wave through the window, smoke swells as it blends -
disappears to the skies in the midst of goodbyes, shattered tear drops in eyes,
'will I see you again?'…