Children of a Different God

Children of a Different God

(pour Christopher)


Born in cobwebbed innocence

Not understanding hate or war,

The child of a different God,

Kneels playing on the floor.


Round eyes of pure amazement,

Twists and turns his plastic car;

I feel certain he’s an Angel,

That fell from a broken star.


Sometimes he stops and listens,

To something, that I can’t hear;

But I feel within that silence,

A peace, which is so rare.


Arms stretching out for cuddles,

Gripping tightly around my neck,

All he ever wants, is to show his love,

No conditions – no regrets.

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