Child Face Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Hers is the child's face
at the window
the face which won't leave my mind, .

The longing there,
the voice says
how long til help comes?

In every meeting
even if the room is windowless
I see her face
hear that voice
and I think
we working for you in here;

it won't be long.

Every meeting
has a judge
whether what I am doing there
helps her.

Every conversation, deed and thought
has a judge
whether it helps her,
every urgency
has a queue
and she stands at the front.
Every heart beat
carries hers first.

If there is nothing being done in the room
for her
I leave.