David Smalling Poet Verse

The Wish

You do not know me until you walk
My exile years of pain
A withered flower on the stalk
Where abilities sleep in chain
And I have hoped for more
Digging the edges of dry gardens
Using salt water from the shore
Of grief, sulking at deaf pardons
I want to hear my children laugh
And feel their arms around me
To redeem the time and shout aloft
Rewriting wasted history.

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Vince Suzadail Jr. April 21, 2009 at 5:37 AM We dare not judge, nor can anyone understand until they've walked that mile. Vince

Charmaine Chircop April 20, 2009 at 11:31 PM may your wish comes true here and you hear your children"s laughter,your exile years of pain,digging edges off dry gardens-broken heart well described in this write-smile my friend------charma

John Loving Iii April 20, 2009 at 4:52 PM my dad decided and started calling everyday all of us. just to ask how we are. just lay guilt aside and call. john

John E Wordslinger April 20, 2009 at 4:31 PM I just spent time with my kids, this reminds me, to store the memories in my heart forever. I feel this poem.. I'll be back to read more..