April 11, 2010

Untitled, #12

Come now, Little Ones
And tell me
How the Heart sits inside You
The Fleeting ticks of the Clock
For the first time
You realize
Like us all
That You're speeding

1 comment:

  1. So true… you capture it so well here.

    And so hard to stand by helplessly and watch someone's heart break, knowing that we must all accept death as part of life, but seeing them struggle with life's fragility for the first time.

    Thanks for your thoughts and prayers, John.