Cling

A child buries her head;
Reassurance flows as fingers entwine in Mother's dress.

Solitude creeps in like a winter chill,
He grasps.
Anxiety that he will never reach the surface.
A friends shoulder is always there,
Reminding him that he is not alone.
His hurts..his happiness; they willingly share.

A Season of Birth
A Season of Love
A Season of Hope

Unfold your arms so a child can cling.