Saturday, January 15, 2005


I hear the voices of children from my past.
They cry out to me. I cover my ears and pretend not to hear.
But I know the time has come at last.
They bombard me with memories of their pain they reveal.
Their pain is now my pain.
A pain that I can feel.
Our tears meld together our souls revealed.
Together we'll face the past.
It's time to rebuild.
Our past overshadowed by darness, we no longer fear.
Our spirit is a beacon that wil guide us from here.
Kay Schlagel