Need Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

Need



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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