A short poem...unedited
There is a child hidden There is a child hidden In each of us In the crevices Of our adult psyches To wait till time Bids it, ‘Come play!’ Or events dictate It makes us to curl up Pouting our grief Or crying out Our greed for some comfort There is a child hidden Within us all That we nurture Throughout our days from birth To that berth in the earth. ©Ilana Leeds April 2008 Sign in to see full entry.