The Shadow Child
Tiny moments yearned
Smells of innocence lost
A small shape with dark locks
and blue mirrors
A cowboy, a brother, an heir, a son
Dreams imagined and now impossible
Taken away by a malignant darkness
A desire unfulfilled
Sacrificed for the search of survival
A shadowed child hiding in the mind
trying desperately to escape the light of reality
a child loved, admired, and grieved
These distant twinkling of eyes
leave an aching heart to mourn
the child not forgotten who never came to be
Melissa Shields, 2000
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