Beautiful, The Children

She slipped her hand in mine On my left I looked down To innocence That face Sun-filled Smiling up at me I died to be living Couldn’t resist but bend, pull her into my side To laugh While hugging her And kissing her on the forehead Thrilled Her being That slight hand embraced with mine Secure The two of us The waves Them crashing my knees, her chest People screaming In delight To be free It’s the ocean It’s summertime Again Peering behind me for her mother To see if it’s okay Me, with her daughter A stranger Who steals children On a regular basis The cosmic mix-ups The strays I’m a whore for anyone that is drawn to my light Who notices my soul Out of all the other souls How could I not love her child up Love all of them up When they love me First

2 views0 comments
Top Shelf Cover Award Badge.png


Best Non-Fiction

Book Cover 2019

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Pinterest
  • Instagram

Copyright © 2020

Gloria Squitiro Publishing, LLC • All Rights Reserved



in the United States, Canada & Australia