Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Staccato









Beautiful ones.
Most of my verses for you
will be private.
Most will be
shared only with us.


But you must know
how deep the feelings go.


Through the heart.


Pure joy on big son's face,
standing on the campus
before the doctors
brought news of
little son.


Pure perfection
in tiny babe's eyes
as she is born into
a world already
heart-broken.


Purity of heart in
Andrew.
Seven years.
Teacher of new ideas
and bringer of new friends.
(While others disappeared.)
Cementer of a few, forever.


Three giggling souls
bound.
Touching the sky
together with
none of us
in your way.
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