Thoughts on bent pillow repose.
Curved emotions sweep the space.
Weeping willows, so experienced;
Wispy clouds curl the show.
The horizon forms a strange line-
In the fashion of something divine!
Fathers and mothers cradle the child.
Responsive yet tired thoughts endure!
Raging recent past is near.
Child soon becomes an adult.
The guidance of hands direct the dispute-
Of good or bad silhouettes that endure.
The blushing blue hue, how pure!
Humidity engages the barometer,
The counter balances of that place crushes.
My heart opens to see,
Wraps itself in refreshing brace!
God whispers softly,
Strokes the child as if he is gold.
Child is safe in cloudy night.
The currents of rocking arms…
Susceptible souls rest and cling.
The soft heart-ed clouds soon expire.
Their flowing emotions retire!
Whimsical notion of so much bliss-
Gives a full embrace and a kiss.
Some tears flow and flare.
Strands of thoughts escape the mind.
As if untangling the tired wind.
It says all the good things;
From those growing wild pain.
My dear child’s toys remain.
I have cradled you like a feather.
Do not spread your wings in this small hearth!! …