POEMS

Come to Life!


The days are long

the hours are long

she sits

prepared to wait

and wait   and wait

for his steps  to return

from the coma


She counts

with him

1      2      3      4      5

as he runs

into her arms

 

Come, little boy!  Come!

This time

Run   back into life!


The days drag

the hours drag

heavy for her

heavy for him


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Eina 

he says  

tiny finger 

pointing at pond

eina   eina   eina


Water 

she says


Eina 

pointing at puddle 

eina   eina   eina


Water 

she says


His blue eyes   

look up 

to her

eina   eina   eina


Now she    

knows  


Eina  

she says    

eina   eina   eina

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