What Feeds You

What Feeds You

  

“What feeds you dear, what makes you stand,

Holds you up and holds your hand?

Is it love? Is it grace? Is it the smile upon my face?

Is it pills of colored hue that numb the pain and see you through?

For pain in all its strength and kind

Has gripped you like a garden vine.

What magic keeps you going, dear?”

“Why would you guess?  Would you not know?

It is my children’s perfect glow.”

Reviews

[London Poet]

The first verse has strength and I particularly like the last line. The second verse did not flow as richly when I read it although the finishing sentiment of the poem is lovely.

[Joan Spahr, Soul Poetry]

Thank you!