while my heart stays cold.
Dripping moist on the roads and paths,
Inside still
Drying.
Retaining the crystals of ice
to bring balance to the
frost
as the snow melts each day.
Winter remains.
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The Whys…
Do people forget that my child is not their child?
Why…
Do people not take the time to know from where my child comes?
Why…
Do people think this child is separate from me when he walks through a door?
Why…
Do people not reach out to meet and know us?
Why…
If I reached out first, do people turn away?
Why…
When I ask, do you not answer?
Or…
Do you answer but I cannot yet understand?
Oh, stay put please…
You haul me to a fro
I look here.
I look there.
I can’t seem to know
Just where in the heck
to go !!!
Just stay put
I don’t want my tail
in a hot spot.
Because
if you don’t stay put…
I may be forced to
give your noggin
a caboodle of
Knots.
