© Photohome.com They are born
small and helpless
with deep blue
eyes that reflect
the sky
Imagine their frustration
having known God and
carried on such
wonderful conversations
to be reduced to crying
and cooing and getting
used to tiny hands and
tiny feet
Gravity defies them
they once flew to such
heights and touched
Angel’s eyes
and sang
with choirs of
seraphim
so joyously they
were chosen to
come here
So listen to that
cooing sound
and watch their faces
as they try with sheer
force
to tell you all the secrets
of heaven
before they grow and...
Forget
So listen
5 comments:
Listen... and look, too.
Nice one, Roberta!
Such a beautiful thought to express. Thank you for sharing.
Hullo. My first time here. I've scrolled down the page to read your other poems; and a worthwhile read it has been. I particularly liked "Calliope Waits" (breathtaking imagery there).
Cheers.
imagine how it must feel!
Enjoyed this tremendously Roberta
Thank you my dear Dom. I love the thought of this poem.
Soulless! Please come by again! I hope you have checked out my archives...some of the poetry and images I love the best are there. (See the one I wrote for my sister)
Anna, as always, you make me feel like a real writer when you visit.
Thank you all.
Love the last few lines - such a shame we forget.
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