Crumbs
A crumb,
please,
a tiny,
weensy,
piece,
whatever,
you can give,
a glance,
a smile,
a “hello,”
maybe
tomorrow,
my drawing you can see,
or a sand castle we can build,
I
play
at your feet,
until
you
notice
me
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Crumbs
A crumb,
please,
a tiny,
weensy,
piece,
whatever,
you can give,
a glance,
a smile,
a “hello,”
maybe
tomorrow,
my drawing you can see,
or a sand castle we can build,
I
play
at your feet,
until
you
notice
me
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Thank you so very much my friend.
I am here to spread some Blog Sunshine Karma!
I nominate you for the Sunshine Award!
See
http://steponacrack.wordpress.com/2012/02/19/the-sunshine-award/
for details…
XO Jen
Bless you and thank you my dear friend.
I saw so much in this at different readings:
a child to a parent
a homeless person to anyone on the street
beautiful and moving as always!
XO Jen
Jen…if only I could express how much your comments help me. I’ll have to write a poem for you one day. God bless you always!!!
Maiya, ALL of your Poetry touches me deeply ALL of it. YOUR Poetry Helps me all the time connect and discover. YOUR Pen IS indeed mightier than any sword.
God Bless and Keep you my Friend! Jen
I felt this in my heart, Maiya. Beautifully written. ~ Julie
Julie, thank you for everything.
I hate to think of a neglected children, the words” later. not now ask your father, be quiet tomorrow” Ten one day it is too late . the damage is done.
Sometimes we don’t even know we are neglecting our children. When life gets so busy with work, running a household, the stress of making ends meet. It all adds up. I must admit I am guilt sometimes.
Its sad, the neglect….beautiful soul stirring peice Maiya..
Hey Soma, thank you my friend
Lovely poem Maiya.
Thank you DP.