by Bobbie Troy
orphans lie
in blue beds
as if the blue
can calm their loneliness
and turn the twilight
into happiness
with stiff and still little bodies
except for trembling lips
they quietly accept their fate
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poignant in its simplicity!
ReplyDeleteHow moving and absolutely lovely! Thanks Bobbie, for giving us poem after poem of such immediacy and compassion.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarene and Saideh. I appreciate your comments!
ReplyDelete...neat...
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