And The Rhymes That Little Children Say

I dropped my pen today
Such a plastic click
On a cold cold kitchen floor.

I recalled such empty times
a harsh and painful place.
Clawing, grasping,
praying to be ransomed
from life and its unforgiving loneliness.

Yet my pen was bold
to right my world,
your world our world
and the chaos on the evening news.

Thus I reach and hold my pen
with the gathered paper I embrace
for love is kind it is not pain.

And these gentle time are quite suffice
like a sunny day’s soft whispered kiss,
thus what I forge are words just words
for I will be and still I am
the lover’s hope the soldier’s peace
and the rhymes that little children say.

I dropped my pen today
such a plastic click
on a cold cold kitchen floor.