The Children
The Children
They have the eyes of two messengers of the Gods
Human child’s but other world spirits.
I was captured instantly;
And I now live to serve their best interests.
There is so little I might do;
I am not a servant of the home.
Dwelling on the outer limits;
I am much like the drifter willing to work.
I saw the offer to make acquaintances;
There are no resistances within me.
There is only my desire;
And my helpless need to please.
Love races through my heart;
But purpose drives me forward.
They seem the culmination of all before;
They Are Coleman and Nathan;
The Grandchildren
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007
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