"Poem, what is the purpose of your birthright?"
". . .i want to be life for intrepid souls
. . .sooth like aloe when fools skin your kneecap
. . .open your eyes when you are afraid to look
. . . feed your faith so you can keep on steppin'
. . .and for children to recognize my face"
© 2004 by cynth'ya lewis reed
All rights reserved.
Cynth'ya Lewis Reed at the Author's Den
Enjoyed.
WOW--this one took my breath away and left me wanting more--more--more! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
A birthright is a very precious thing...
Peter