ON MY CHILDHOOD

Where is that lost, lost child
Whose feet long sought a road home;
Who hung back in the night
Looking at fathers and mothers
With the searching eyes of her heart;
Where is that lost, lost child
Who lived the lonely life?

Where is that child…the marriage sacrifice…
Whose laughter only touched her lips
And found no root in tears…
That shunted one…that homeless one,
Whose childhood fled before..
And left empty hands outstretched
Towards a vision…a fading dream?

She is here…imprisoned now,
Homebound in this woman’s heart of mine…
I suckle her loneliness…
I clasp her close..close…
My bosom’s wide enough
For child and woman
And they embrace and comfort one another.