Thursday, August 2, 2012

A Child Writes

I am a child looking for the divines
Of chocolates, of colors, of rhymes

My house was at the center of the kit
Where the newspapers said the quake hit

There was movement all around
I was searching for my dog all day round

But there is only water and mud and pieces
Of things that were mine and my niece’s

My Mama says it will be fine
And I am waiting for the sun to shine..

- PS