This face a child reaches for
Invisible to thee
Hears howls that shock one to the core
Falters so painfully
Warm eyes a child locks upon
Invites them to a sphere
His many little ones anon
Soon will be free of fear
Those hands which healed the black and blue
And holds a tiny clutch
Continues easing children through
A world so out of touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem