Cold winter nights,
The chill rising.
Temperatures low
While
A stomach cries.
A mind reasons.
And eyes dream,
Dream big,
Of when she feeds
A hungry stomach, own,
And a lot,
Like her own eyes.
While she dreams,
An open sky,
Homeless this child,
Hungry,
Cold,
She sleeps.
Oliver-"Oh!"
Walks by,
"Sleep not here,
By this pavement side."
Fumbles his pockets
"Lets take a stir,
Coffee aye!?"
And with a smile,
Walks her off to holy side.
Church.
"Mother,
Help this child!"
As he walks
Smiles a tear,
Hears a cry.
Oliver-"Oh! Hi!"
Hugged him tight
And then she spoke
"God be thy side,
Angel, bye! "
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
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PoesiaOliver walks by life with moments to share with you and experiences he learns stumbling across his lifetime while he pushes through to end of time. A very complicated pattern planned in poetry as a diary of Oliver Robertson wherein he writes of all...
