POEMS

Eina

he says

tiny finger

pointing at pond

eina   eina   eina

 

Water

she says

 

Eina

pointing at puddle

eina   eina   eina

 

Water

she says

 

His blue eyes

look up

to her

eina   eina   eina

 

Now she

knows

 

eina

she says

eina   eina   eina

 

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Come to Life!

 

The days are long

the hours are long

she sits

prepared to wait

and wait   and wait

for his steps  to return

from the coma

 

She counts

with him

1      2      3      4      5

as he runs

into her arms

 

Come, little boy!  Come!

This time

Run   back into life!

 

The days drag

the hours drag

heavy for her

heavy for him

 

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