Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Tiny Hands

it was only a TV show, not really church,
not really...
but no one told you, so you sang anyway
never mind the twisted tongue
you smiled - willing your flesh to honor your god
it was the only thing that made you smile by then.
and as you raised your tiny hands to heaven
i wondered how he saw your little face
and didn't heal the broken body
or

if not (why not, why not)

then why not take you by your tiny hands
and lift you to the sky...
who could see those tiny hands, after all
and not hold them?

In Loving Memory...

BSY

Sunrise ... 11.11.1946
Sunset ... 06.24.2005

6 Comments:

Blogger Ms_Kenesha said...

Beautiful Tray.

7:33 AM  
Blogger The Diva said...

That was very beautiful,Tray.

(this is elemental,btw)

12:34 PM  
Blogger Tonyette said...

It was beautiful

2:06 PM  
Blogger Jonezin4Paris said...

Beautiful poem. Very lyrical and full of images that are really descriptive and brings the reader into your world.

4:42 PM  
Blogger KAddy said...

That was very pretty Tray.

6:12 AM  
Blogger Tai said...

Beautiful, Tray. Just beautiful.

10:43 AM  

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