RESILLIENCE

   In the year eighty
originate:
soul invited to birth.
Doll to crawl,
to walk tall
onto this messy plain.

   Bright eyes
never dimmed by
hurtful gestures.
Agile hands
not weakened by
crippling cracks of pressure.
Infectious squirrel smile
always close to start.

   Screaming guts
leading logically
in tow.
Tapping feet,
hardly ever
missing a beat
of Earth's soothing rhythm.

   Years: 30
moved to grieving tears.
But not without
a warm applause
felt deep within.
A heart so full
of healing love
for this little life
bursting,
like a firework.

12/12/10