Walkways – the poem – part 16 of 16

…. Principles of duty overtaking sleep like a wave. Heavy love rooted in isolation, reflecting the depths of true giving. A condition turns to disease, restrictions bare down. What is ordinary becomes like a cage. Children in the drifting storm, drifting on condensed-traffic streets, how I love you. How I would do everything I cannot … Continue reading Walkways – the poem – part 16 of 16