“Child on the Clock”

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

There goes the physical clock.

Time running out.

No child about....................the home

I dream the life my child would have.

I dream of their experiences.

Their looks don’t matter, because they will have what I was denied.

Prancing around like the dainty baby I bore.

A hero was born.

Knowing the hardship of life,

loves because love exists.

Happy because they live.

A wanted child.

A beautiful legacy.

A bright light in a cold world.

glowing with inspiration.

life is worth living.

The utopia has a beating heart.

An immortal beauty.

Forever present and long after.

She, He is my spirit dream

A hope of a reality.


Michelle Poet

June 20, 2001