Thursday, November 26, 2009


he walked in the darkness. so heavy of head.
just wanted some food, and maybe a bed.
he did not ask to be born into the world that he lives.
subjected to scorn, where so few people give.
a hand reached out toward him. he approached slowly with care,
was it malice that hand bore him, or some food to share.
the hand gently caressed him, as he closed his eyes.
just when he thought all was over. this pleasant surprise


Elfie33 said...

beautifully heartwarming! Once again, I admire the simplicity of your language. I read and think: "why didn't I write that?"

karen lyons kalmenson said...

thank you elfie...


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