CHILDREN AT PLAYA Poem by Bill Grimes Jr. A true story about my son and two young boys from Jamaica he met while we were waiting on a delayed flight in Atlanta.
Atlanta airport
Rush hour
Frantic
Mad dash
Distorted faces
Wild eyed
Full tilt
Three precious boys
Ages six perhaps
Playing together on the floor
Immersed
Gleeful
Innocent
For a few Godly moments
Time stands still
Strangers smile
Memories of our childhood
Crashing in with gentle force
On our personal agendas
Skimming joyful slivers
Sheer delight as we watch
Multi colored faces
Beam in unison
Racial barriers
Erased
Evil
Crushed
Love
Flowing freely
There is peace on earth
When the children play
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005
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Bill Grimes Jr.Madison, ALAboutMe Child of God at age 53 My heart belongs to my children The essence of my smile My reason to be My soul belongs to Jesus Christ I am because of Him Im a doting Dad Published wordsmith Music.. more..Writing
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