BabyA Poem by Carlton RolleThe grip of life within her pulse. Is beating lively with every stump. She treasures features not yet seen. With her nightly talks and gathered dreams. She welcomes this baby into her house. © 2014 Carlton Rolle |
Stats
160 Views
Added on October 12, 2014 Last Updated on October 12, 2014 AuthorCarlton RolleNew York City, NYAboutI write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more.. |

Flag Writing