After the storm, yet before the calm-
Offered to you, have I, an alm!
Proffered with love and for our future-
Heal it shall, by binding us, as a suture!
Put back together the pieces, herein the answer
Rid us it shall of the scurge, wherein the cancer!
Demons and monsters in our collective closets-
Madness supplanted by mirth-finally we lost it!
Back in your heart, forever to gather
And build, to strengthen still-rather
Peculiar it is how one comes full circle-
From the proverbial 'Mrs. Hyde to Dr. Jeckyll'!
Once not enough, nor still is twice-
Meeting, we needed to be complete, thrice!
Maurice Harris,21 December 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem