I was there in the midst
of the battle the midst
of the storm in all of its
fury I kept you from harm.
Through the eons of time
I hid you in the shadow
of my wings in my secret
place my pavillion.
If it wasn't a soldier it
was a helpless child
a forgotten senior an
abused wife a homeless
person crying in the night
and all dressed up and
no where to go.
Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem