I write for my children
in words only hearts can fathom.
I write for my children
pen-drenched in love storms
and magical poems;
each alphabet a teardrop,
every page a river.
I write for my children;
no longer can I see their glow-
a soft and tender sadness
illuminates their souls.
I write for my children
to invoke their spirits;
faint breaths upon my face
as sprinkles of giggles
tickle my lobe.
I write for my children
to rescue my drowning faith
in a pool of regrets.
I write for my children
in a language that dances
on lyrical islands
and miracle streams.
I write for my children
because writing is a blanket
I weave around their hearts.
I write for my children ...
Watani Stiner
B19861
San Quentin, CA 94974
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