The Face

Eyes that delved into

The souls and beyond

All that has been seen;

A round button nose dripping

With youth and snot

Made red with salty tears;

Her rosy cheeks stretch as her

Lungs wail in the highest

Of miscommunication,

Her mouth wide

And unwavering

A curious sadness shook me

 

So I have fed her a bottle

So I have rocked her to sleep

So I am sitting in semi-dark

Listening to the quietness

With nothing but chores

To tempt me

In such a short moment

Of peaceful calm

Before the storm;

And I wash the bottles

And I start to fold

The warm fresh blankets

Which invite me,

To sleep

 

I can scarcely get through

A day of tired and aching pain,

If not for that face,

If not for that face

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

What a tender sweet write,
Cherish that face
You are very blessed

[Tina Kline]

The hold that little ones have on us! They can make a world of difference. A really well written poem. I enjoyed this a lot.