A babies cry,
a child's laugh,
the fountain of youth,
rediscovered.
Without those sounds,
the silence is deafening.
Leaving the healing aura
of children, the young,
sickness, pain, and age
become an oppresive force.
A child's love,
love for their parent
is anything else so pure
as that relationship?
With children, absence
makes the heart grow harder
impossible to love again
Seperation, division
between parent and child
pain, so much worse
than any physcial ailmnet
How is life possible
Without the one you love most?
A child's face,
beauty at it's best.
innocence in their eyes
looking up to you,
for everything they need.
Pure trust,
without hesitation,
Knowing you will protect,
help and play
Keeping them from
pain, hurt, and danger
A daughter lost,
but not gone
Will I ever see her,
or is she gone for good
Broken memories are all I have.
Every time I think of her
all I see is hurt and pain,
nightmares too fresh to forget.
How can I ever look at her,
when the last I remember
is holding her broken body
in my dreams?
Dreams too alive to be visions,
images too clear to be thoughts,
memories to vivid to be forgot.
Can I ever remember her,
as the child I used to know?
Have the terrors of my mind
tainted my memories forever?
Once day, will it end?
Can I ever hug my child,
and tell her that I love her?
Will I forever be seperated
from the fountain of youth;
the loving sounds of a child?
Or will I be forever deaf,
from the silence,
the absence of joy? |
Submission Name: Fountain of Youth
