Sometimes just when you feel you can't make it on your own ... your sense of purpose and direction hidden under a dump of trivia; a life-line from the Universe is handed to you like a letter, lost forty years ago in transit, by a cob-webbed, sword-brandishing knight on a white steed ... limping!
WHITE SWAN'S WINGS
No cry,
Just soft tears unchecked.
Fingers caught
By a door, to protect.
Cradled.
Rocked for an eternity.
Caught up,
In a moment, we....
Special needs....
Special children....
Special love.
Cosset,
Him in white swan's wings.
Whisper
His name and lovely things.
Swallow
Him, deeply, until painfree.
Joined, us,
For a moment, we....
Special needs....
Special children....
Special love.
Maureen Walsh
Ciao for now!
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