whisper to me of the things I knew
before i crossed the great wide blue
coo the sound of heaven’s gates
and the mystery of our fates
tell me of the wordless thing
why God cries and angels sing
Tag Archives: childhood
ballerina baby… Toni L.A. Cross
tippy tippy tip-toe
pink polka-dotted hair bow
ballerina baby
dancer someday? maybe.
twirling swirling sunshine
precious princess, all mine
happiness makes him batty
darling doting daddy
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Slave in Waiting… A Multimedia Poem by Toni L.A. Cross
She peers out of broken glass
Smeared with all that’s crude and crass
The glass is like her life
It cuts her with its knife
She is old and broken
Her pain pools unspoken
No way to escape
This endless rape
She peers out with shattered eyes
Heavy with tears she never cries
The tears are like the curtain of beads
Strung and hanging useless weeds
Tacky and in the way
Like the thought that she should pray
If God did care
She should see Him somewhere
Won’t He send someone
To undo what is done?
Does no one know
That she is here down below?
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us tiny bits of matter… by Toni L.A. Cross
just now a screaming baby was born
and somebody else died tired and worn
sweaty clothes fell in a passionate heap
and a girl driving in traffic fell asleep
just now a couple fell in love
while an old lady fed crumbs to a dove
a lonely man bought a case of beer
and a widow wiped away another tear
somewhere someone is laughing til it hurts
a tired young mom is ironing shirts
a cashier is totaling up for the day
and a cat is watching her kittens play
many heartbeats pitter-patter
all of us tiny bits of matter
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