Dawn Patton
what if I do look hungrily
at other people's children?
maybe I am raging with envy inside
holding these living bodies
running my hands over their supple skin
maybe I am crying inside
it's hard to be with these children
particularly the sons and their laughing faces
making them smile
drawing on a summer's sidewalk with chalk
playing their favorite games
with their favorite toys
and no one would blame me
if I didn't
touch them see them talk to them
cradle their tiny heads
if I were envious
if I did shed tears over their lively bodies
no one would blame me at all
Copyright (c) 2004 by Dawn Patton