Stories

So many stories, many of pain
on the faces, in the eyes,
the furtive eyes, the postures,
the countenance of the people
waiting for their children,
just outside the gate
each weekday, around the corner

Names unknown, other than Mommy,
Daddy, intimate names joyously raised
by daughters, sons, with colorful names
carrying brand-new artwork,
creations to share
See their faces melt, change for a moment
in the joy of a five year old’s gift, their touch

But so many stories,
untold stories, in silence
hidden behind their eyes
their sunken cheeks, huddled bodies
against the cold,
against the demons they carry
here in the center of the city,
the urban melting pot
with stories in languages
we don’t understand
histories beyond our imagination,
our dread, if we only knew the stories
behind those eyes

November 1, 2007 1:50pm


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