Mind Weepage

Don't touch the perfect forever

then let it slip away

thinking that another perfect

may come by again...someday

Grasp and hold what pleases

never let it slide

for that perfect forever

may be right at your side

Child

She suffers; in silent surrender,
with hope there will be a time
her distructive child will realize
his abuse will cause her demise.

She has given her all...and then some
her stamina depleted; gone.
Grown fragile and disfigured from blows
by the hand of this 'superior' child.

Unable to replenish her resources
as the life force, her essence, ebbs.

She is our mother, the Earth, our future.
We are Human, the child, her end...

© D Coon 02/2007