His smile speaks of contentment
I pray his times of discontent are brief,
though they are certain.
His hand on the windowsill
lingers between
exploring and safety
I pray that he ever be connected to home,
and adventurous in his exploration
His expression
is full of innocence
and peace
I pray that a fragment of
each remain resistant to a
frenzied, hostile world
His eyes,
so bright and clear
guide me back
to my ancestral
family
the way Polaris
guided the Railroad
passengers,
And gave them
Sanctuary
far,far away
from
Home.
I pray we find each other
and be complete
