Dear child,
I am
becoming
a ghost.
Can I borrow
your smile today
to warm my bones,
rekindle
the fire of life
now only embers?
I must stoke up
my flagging spirit
battered
and cold
from long journeys
filled with
blistering winters.
Dear child,
can I borrow
your smile?
I do not wish
to steal.
© 29 September 2007
Althea Romeo-Mark
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