'Him And Her Bread Child' Poem by Shania K. Younce

'Him And Her Bread Child'



This vim I fill whose touched loved lingered.
A painted house opening across a sky.
My child laid the night away sleeping tight.
For when laid the babe for sleep I sang.
I sang a song of a house painted.
Painting lights, showing nights of the skies.
Filtering faith of her bread upon her love.

This vim failed not a courage of love.
Which, took his breath for her bread.
His house made of paint foresaw the light.
A child came for a love hummed.
A beauty walked as she is the child.
His child was not made known to him from her spirit.
Her bread worked not for the clock's age.

This vim I feel'd whose touched love lingered on.
Under the night pictures painted light.
All in silk she stepped right behind.
All he had fathered in his fears.
Sharing not always caring what he fears.
Courage found her look alike.
This fount flowed when she grew old tears.

Once carried her bread did lie.
As I went to light she became life.
He took his child when beloved died.
To a house painting in a skies blend.
A babe's eyes seek the mountain high light.
For bread was not in the fixing hand.
His song unheard her voice a-mist.

The child sang along in his beloved favored song.
For in his life his unbrided wife stilled.
Serving a wish his wish became undone.
Hearing his child pleading with the night.
Where in the house did still paint life.
Her light still bright in the babe's wide eyes.
Even heart-ed the bread was made.

A flower lovely which did grew lived.
For many years left found a love.
In a pond where she grew father lied still.
Father lied still for he wept blind.
As he went to light unlived.
Good-bye to the child he let fly.
The child took up love right behind bread.

For she feared not the vim flowed within.
Which, grew within the bread of breath flew.
Which, took his breath for her bread sung children.
They sung for the bread of their babes did hum.
This vim founded in their house flourished.
So, yet they drank behind stepping rightly loved.
All in silk she loved skies.
All painting houses dreamed away skies.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is for an assignment in fourth period English. Please comment at will and with honesty!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 04 July 2014

Wow your creativity shows through out this poem.you nailed it.

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