“Suffer the little children”
an ageless lament
“to come unto me”
for comfort well meant
bringing peace and security
with stuffed animals
handed from large to tiny hands
bringing gentle smiles to both
and tiny glimmers of hope.
Here, safety can be found.
What comfort can be shared
with children aged beyond
the comfort of stuffed toys,
holding the hand of younger ones ?
Older children know too much,
suffer more, fleeing mile after mile.
They act stronger.
They hold it together longer.
Who will comfort them ?
With what ? Where ? When ?
Suffer all the children.
Send the tempest-tossed to me.
I shall guard their liberty to grieve,
lest they forget how to dream.
annarino writes 