In Response to December 24th, 2004
My Child, why are your eyes
So sad and low?
The water flowed and washed
All your joy away.
Once deep and tranquil,
Two drops of love
In a sea of brown,
Now murky and red.
Where have all your tears gone?
Back to the sea
Inside your heart where they
Stay behind the wall.
Grow, my dear, to smile again
And laugh with glee;
Dance beside a gentle sea rocking
Now calm and serene.
© 2000 pksarbear@juno.com