Peaceful
Peaceful so he seems for he sleeps now.
Just the sound of his breathing I hear.
Quiet and still is he, just like a soft spring eve.
A blanket serves as his security in a world so uneasy.
Shielding him from fifes great harm.
Soft and gentle, like the blanket he can be.
Just a child,yet a man.
He weeps for the love of a parent yet to be seen.
A child of his own, just for him is what he longs for.
Peaceful is he, that is yet to be seen.
Copyright © Caroline Mackey | Year Posted 2005
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