Saturday, December 27, 2008

Familiarity

Familiarity
Constancy
Security
I give to thee
Oh that it would be
Easily
Like that little rhyme you love
Or your curiosity
Just like me
Getting you through
With joy
In the moments we
Are blessed to be
Living free
My soul stirs
At random things
Your eyes' reflections
Your little hands reaching
For something
Familiar
Constant
Secure
I am here

1 comment:

DivineJoy said...

Nice poem ... I didn't know you were a poet. I think all of us has words with rhythm inside us.