Laura Leiser Poet Rhyme

On the Cusp of a Dream

I waiver on the cusp of a dream
while through a keyhole I envision
a gathering of cherubic flowers
perfect faces as innocent as creation.

Pure, guileless faces of all colors and races
earnestly plead with tears in their eyes
"save us!” they softly whisper in unison
then fading to black, I can hear their sad cries.

With a gasp I awaken as the vision unveils
for these flowers are sweet, unborn babes
ruthlessly cut off from the cusp of life
from hands of death they must be saved.




Written on 1/26/2019

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Gershon Wolf January 30, 2019 at 1:24 PM Nice to see someone with the courage of her convictions, who understands that a woman's 'rights' end where and when the life of a fetus begins --- and since that can't be precisely determined --at conception. Nicely penned. Best wishes, Gershon Laura Leiser January 30, 2019 at 3:02 PM I agree, Gershon. This is a huge issue with me...all life is precious in God’s sight!

Gordon Mcconnell January 28, 2019 at 7:22 AM Nice one Laura, so well penned with lovely rhyme. Laura Leiser January 28, 2019 at 10:02 AM Thanks so much, Gordon!

Bobby May January 26, 2019 at 7:46 PM A wonderful and will written poem my friend! Laura Leiser January 26, 2019 at 8:20 PM Thank you, Bobby! :)

Silent One January 26, 2019 at 4:22 PM This is so poetic.. so many children suffer and need to be saved... Laura Leiser January 26, 2019 at 4:31 PM Thank you, Silent, for commenting...yes, it is tragic to me.