Today’s poem share is my original pair, describing the powerful love that Ella and Alle share for their adopted son.
With the arrival of the gloaming
She first sees a lost lamb roaming
Appearing to be torn apart,
Narrowly missing a passing cart.
She steps into the cloak of evening shade
Wondering how this child will behave
He’s far from home, that much is clear
Yet his posture gives clue what he wants is near.
For her, a flicker of hope and doubt
Disciplined skill keeps her from crying out.
She’s failed once, that one far from pure.
The second time, she is still not sure
This child here, she’ll never scold
But rather heal his wounds and help him grow bold.
As the volcano’s
Fiery river dissolves
Ashes to the wind resolves,
The one logical choice to be made
To prevent the loss of another by blade,
For all the love and all the might
Were not enough to undo the blight.
Aware that the wrong child could die,
Sent to their death with a stealth-told lie,
The sureness of wind, the spirit of water,
The sizzling wrath to thwart the slaughter
To hold on now by letting go
Hoping that the child knows
The sun shines on forever.