Poem page sixteen
Childs Dream
The need for which a child cries
Grows and grows `til the adult dies.
All this child ever asked
And as an adult learned to mask
Was for a hand to hold me.
Gentle words to unfold me.
For my hand in the hair,
Of one who cares.
For open eyes to smile into-
Laugh with, and fall through.
For a heart to beat away the night-
Never a fight,
And never a tear to wipe away.
Just for someone to hear when I say,
"I love you"
A Duel of Delight and Desperation
