For These, Child

With a sigh you breathe in heartache’s chill; Locked in battles, you’ll remain trialled, Stealing breaths from a grip that sure breaks will – Why waste your tears on pain, child? Grass scratching your back, sun kissing your skin, The pure way someone you pleased smiled, Music that plays chords that bleed deep within – Here, spill your soul for these, child. Let tears cool your cheeks as you sing, and show YOU could make a moment to weep for – while Your gifts and strengths are everything to know You’ll love the life that’s yours, child. For you’ll live the dreams you love so much And learn sweet laughter when they fly wild; In each goal you’ll shatter, every heart you touch You never will quite die, child. Copyright (c) Silverla StMichael 1998 (previously published under a prior pen name Sherry May Curnock)