Child

Eagle child .

One blue morning in the middle of the night
One little boy began to cry
Whispering whimpers
Stinging tears
Searing pain
Phantom fears

Beautiful brown eyes
Small chubby hands
Short black curls
Skin like sand

One blue morning in the middle of the night
One little boy fell down and died
Indians sang 
Mothers grieved,
Dancing with his spirit
Now that he's free.

Reviews

[Roxie Demonia]

wow thats so sweet.

[Vesa Lee]

I agree, this is is a special piece; not only in topic, but execution as well.
It's descriptive, but not overbearingly so.
You give -just enough- of the story and leave the rest for the readers to embellish themselves.

Wonderful write; I look forward to reading more. :)

[Soul Magic✯]

it's so sad to see any child pass. this is a very powerful piece... your ink is so amazing. thanks for sharing this one

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is powerful and told a sad story. When a child is lost many mourn with the parent and family. A excellent poem. I like the ending.
Coyote