I write for my children
In words only hearts can fathom.
I write for my children
Pen-drenched in love storms
And magical poems;
Each alphabet a teardrop,
Every page a river
I write for my children;
No longer can I see their glow—
A soft and tender sadness
Illuminates their souls.
I write for my children
To invoke their spirits,
Faint breaths upon my face
As sprinkles of giggles
Tickle my lobe.
I write for my children
To rescue my drowning faith
In a pool of regrets.
I write for my children
In a language that dances
On lyrical islands
And miracle streams.
I write for my children
Because writing is a blanket
I weave around their hearts.
I write for my children…
