For A Friend

                                   
     

 Through the trees

On the path

She skips

Bright blue eyes

Berry stained lips

Her young face expressive

And ready for fun

Filled with life

As its' kissed by the sun

Sometimes she hums

As she skips along

Some verses her mother

Converted to song

She's light and free

On her woodland path

Where chubby squirrels chuckle

And all the birds laugh

What will become of this beautiful child

Who is such a mixture

Of constrained and wild

Life is filled with such dark spaces

Cruelty and pain

And blank empty faces

But I think as she grows up

And life toils on

You'll find her still humming

And skipping along

Light and free

On her woodland path

With bright blue eyes

And a carefree laugh.

By Tansy Elgersma