Lost Childhood -Part 1-
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With thanks to Tim Smith for suggestions and edits :)
I looked for life in smallest of interactions
In tiniest of words, in puniest of smiles
Lifted my head to soft spoken words
with gentleness.
I looked out in confusion between hands
and hard faces, languages not understood
Lifted my head in hearing your child's voice....
such kindness.
How young we were, how small you were,
And I, barely older, grabbed your hand in
gratefulness, in bliss, in utter joy, with eyes
fogged in blindness.
That night my arms wrapped 'round you,
My sole blanket of oblivion.
Your words, although I didn't understand,
only solace in our imprisonment.
***
March 4, 2017
© Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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