WORSHOP POEM

The moon was grey and hard Timeless past thru moonless pale fool Former summer gleamer A morrow is a still Try as I may a cool summer breeze touch my eye seen Mother tough hard soft Father mean harsh mellow Brothers not seen hard Sisters young old senile Cousins bright gloom happy Babies bright flash Nieces chatter box quiet Nephews young old ageless Group together fellow Separate part mesh Still creep the moon at night Cold air chill soul Tail donkey impossible A forest field crossed Family is a mirror Centuries span and end in a brief second Life is a string Blood is to real Faith is to clock Newborn is to generation Family is to directions Directions is to meet By Felicia McCaw

6/20/10

by Felicia's Writing Journal