face

What of the weeping face I now disown
White as a sheet
Sorrowful the sight

He can’t walk on his own
He can’t think on his feet
Standing – stumbling
Horribly contrite

I’m told I am responsible
For what becomes a frown
Wrinkled – adding years
The ‘guise transforms the self

Legs walking toward him
Arms carrying his heart
Building blocks of wisdom
Building character by stealth

Face sits with arms outstretched
Takes a deep breath then he sighs
With forefinger on his eyelid
He wipes away that cry

He is walking on his own
He is thinking on his feet
He stands and stops a stumble
He is with his friend Belief

As I turn away
I hear a murmur from behind
Face waves to me and smiles –
Jovial – sublime.

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for love, in all its forms, will always win out over adversity