Saturday, March 26, 2011

Quiet Writhe


Innocence pours 
Against the distant pores of mother nature
Realization of mommy and daddy being distant lovers 
Unnoticed like a fly on the wall 
Obvious like a new born's first palm print in the sands of time
As life goes on, 
The glossy eyes are dry 
Yells and screams died down & the rooms are quiet 
Hugs & kisses fill the air 
Like all those noisy nights were silent
Scars removed, 
Toys are nice & bright 
Mommy's wounds are deep 
But at least she knows she raised him right

Through a child's eyes 
He's invincible 
But doesn't know what love is 
Especially on those days when he felt invisible
Though time heals most
He'll never forget
Sometimes it's hard to remember when you're heaven sent




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2 comments:

Myrna R. said...

So glad I stopped by today. What a beautiful poem. It is rich with emotion.

Anthony Desmond said...

Thank you Myrna!