I need to write a poem
about them.
Little hearts
with big souls.
They gave
and gave.
And I took
their big love-
because I needed.
They waited for me
behind the many doors
where I lived.
Patient
beyond patience.
Eager
with an openness
often under appreciated.
They brought me joy.
Little children.
Mine but not mine.
Their lives shorter,
But their shadows long.
There is a place
in the center of my heart.
There are snapshots of them
framed by tears and smiles.
I wait for them
in dreams
where we shall always run and play.
Copyright July 20th, 2010 Meloo Melissa A. Howells