Precious Child

How perfect the unconditional love
that radiates so true from your beautiful smile.
Love so immaculate; still untouched,
from the conditional love that will be taught to you.

Hatred's tutor- from the private school
of emulation, and hearsay.
I wish for you immunity
from that hideous disease.

So many have been removed
from your life, little one.
So many will not get to share
the joy of your existence in this world.

I wish for you to know love, that is sent from afar;
flowing from the tears I shed for you.
I wish for you, that you feel my love racing through your veins,
as my blood is there- infused with yours.

I wish for you, that you never learn cruelty
from the unthinkable that inflict it.
I wish for you, that you never have
a spiteful bone in your body.

I wish for you; nothing but happiness.
Because I love you with all my heart and soul..

Precious Child

The Sound of You

When my day
is done
and I've longed
for the sound
of your
voice

I find you
and see

Your eyes

are
the
only
words

I hear

Splendiferous

Wings unfurl to fresh air's glide
Cool breeze amends a scorching stride
Free spirits gush exuberant pride
At last; the fall's splendiferous ride

Soaring past those sweltering days
I bid adieu to summer's haze
Hypnotic flights on ocean's gaze
Upon its wind; my heart ablaze

September's spray revives sun's face
Its salty mist; soul's sweet embrace
I savor gusts of autumn's chase

Whilst land proposes painted grace

Waiting

Dignity and grace
abate my tiny face
held hostage by despair

and world's welfare

Darkness looms the day
can't go out and play
filth and hunger rule

and there is no school

Sterile dreams abound
poverty all around
tiny fingers grope

and love is only hope

Wishing on a star
heal this weeping scar
concrete's on my plate

my rescue, I await

Glorious

Dewdrop kisses
Morning bells

Showering passions
Glistening spells

Trickling beauties
Towering sprays

Dancing droplets

Glorious days

In My Dreams

When I travel
through life

in my dreams

At times, my steps
are very long
and heavy

But often,
I am
running fast;

never looking back

When I think
of you

in my dreams

I am not
walking
or running

I am
almost
always

soaring