A pair of perfect, though unfocused, clear brown eyes

Shining through tears as a little one cries...

Is he hungry? Lonely? Lost? Afraid?

What is his sorrow?  What has made

His lower lip quiver?  His shoulders shake?

The sobs from his inner depths finally break

The hearts of all watching which will burst with caring

For the sad little boy whose grief is past bearing.

Who are you, precious one?  Where is your pain?

It is no where.  With no care they have sucked out my brain.

Mimi Winship    4 19 06