And so it began
A simple inscription
Your poor, your homeless
With an open door
A promise of fresh free breath
They entered
Crowded
Pushed and squeezed through
Amassing around the safety of a
Mother’s caress
Nestling on the bosom
Draining it dry
Leaving no drops
For the first born.

09/21/2013

Posted on 09/21/2013
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