I see the cherub’s grace in this
expression strained with angst
I know it less than as it seems
she’s reined by circumstance in
ways unveiled by able chance
that preys on gravid sympathy
although we held her warming
tight in gracious arms embrace
in basics of her need we failed
© 17 August 2009, I. D. Carswell
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