Two Children Poem by Kay Gabrielli

Two children of the same past,
Come together and meet at last.
They speaketh of the troubles they share,
They speaketh horrors they cannot bare.
Even as a child,
The pain was so mild.
Through the pain and the hits,
They both cry for a bit.
They hold each other,
Him saying he hates his mother.
She looks at him with sympathetic eyes,
She watches him as he cries.
She wishes she could take his pain away,
Let it wash in the rain of May.
She talks about her cuts never too deep,
She can only sit there and weep.
Here is the prophecy of their tale,
Going to places none pervail.
And they walk their separate ways,
Their minds all but a haze.