Saturday, March 12, 2011

SOMETIMES YOU CAN'T MAKE IT ON YOUR OWN




Sometimes just when you feel you can't make it on your own ... your sense of purpose and direction hidden under a dump of trivia; a life-line from the Universe is handed to you like a letter, lost forty years ago in transit, by a cob-webbed, sword-brandishing knight on a white steed ... limping!


WHITE SWAN'S WINGS

No cry,
Just soft tears unchecked.
Fingers caught
By a door, to protect.
Cradled.
Rocked for an eternity.
Caught up,
In a moment, we....
Special needs....
Special children....
Special love.

Cosset,
Him in white swan's wings.
Whisper
His name and lovely things.
Swallow
Him, deeply, until painfree. 
Joined, us,
For a moment, we....
Special needs....
Special children....
Special love.



Maureen Walsh







Ciao for now!

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