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
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