Such gentleness
To have launched a thousand wars
Such love
To have burned so many bundles of flesh
Such folly
To believe beyond compassion
Such hope
That things can be healed
Behind the mother’s mask
A child.
Behind the child’s mask
A flower.
Such ancient frailty
To remain
Evernew.
Joyann Jones
aka: hedgewitch
December 2010
Posted over on her site Verse Escape
Listed as #25 over on Magpie Tales 45
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