Oh how things change.
Your blueberry eyes now look at me
bloodshot and hazy,
Little hands that I once held in my own child palms,
now burned and scarred and dirty.
How much love can one person give
when it is met by cruelty and coldness and contempt?
How much blame can you lay
when you follow in the footsteps of the mistakes [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Tina Z. Mourra’
Mourning the Living
Posted in Poetry, tagged Tina Z. Mourra on 30/06/2008 | 1 Comment »
