The Change of Winds
I was warned about the happenings,
Around the world: and in our own.
The other gender of today,
Often left us so alone.
To see the winds wither the rocks,
Is to see what has been seen.
The child's mind is young,
But their memory to intervene.
Images of daddy hitting mommy,
Often flashes emotion across his face.
A tear is released on his soft skin,
As he wishes on their once embrace.
Mommy told me everything would be okay,
And that daddy would pull up his socks.
But I notice no change,
Just the withering of the rocks...
Alone, so alone I feel,
As I feel the world spins.
Life is different,
When there's a change in the winds.
Copyright © Nicole Jooste