Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Hope for the Hopeless







Before the spark
In my father's eye
Upon first sight of my mother,
I was here.


After the tear
In my daughter's eye
Upon first sight of my grave,
I will be here.


Between spark and tear,
This life with its walls and roof
And floor and shadows,
Of my own creation.


Soon enough
It will be time
To climb out from
Within these bounds



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