Topic: Poetry
THE CIRCLE
By Hazel Kittelberger
The infant's soft sweet warmth
Against my cheek....
Overwhelming love and contentment.
The small boy's scraped knee...a hug
And soft touch...back to play...
Tears forgotten.
The boy now leans over to hug...
Still gentle and warm...his rough
Man's cheek against my own...
He goes to serve his country...
Goodbye.
The groom and his bride...their
Warm breath against my cheek...
So much joy to come.
Their infant's soft sweet warmth
Against my cheek...overwhelming
Love and contentment.
Posted by jim2jak
at 11:51 AM EST
