Wednesday, July 10, 2019

los ninos

behind my smile there are tears that flow unseen, not from

my now aging years and the pain in my hips and back

but from the anguish in the hearts of incarcerated children

who dreamed, only, to have some joy in their youth of years

so I awaken from my sleep in the middle of the night

and it is you i think of whilst listening to morning birds

and i know if my thirst cannot be quenched or the hunger

from an empty belly not sated, my heart will still be full


  1. It is hard to think of them sleeping on cement floors, no blankets or comfort. Hard to believe this is happening in the USA.

  2. Heartbreaking (and infuriating) in its reality.