O that tender
little time!
to wish it more
as long as
the greatest
shore!
That was
cleansed by love
and removed all
gloom and pain
and remaining,
the tears
of all mothers
and fathers
weeping holding
the seashell
voices of baby
songs
O what little time
no more than
thimble that we
make miracle!
and for me! I
keep my seashell
upon the shore
of that greatest
ocean called forever!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 