Poems from the Heart and Mind

Savior

To the boy, a hero's Plight,

This ultimatum he must fight,

I see him lurking in the shade;

In the darkness he always fades.

Seeking curiously, I follow him,

Hurredly running, into the dim.

Finally catching up, I grab his hand;

This lonely boy, Sad and banned

From our town, and our hearts;

I welcome him in mine, bashful and shy,

His frantic eyes widens and darts

From me to my hand; I say "hi."

I lead him around, feed him (he needs it),

He grows more calmer as we talk,

His face gains more color, bit by bit;

I know this wouldn't be our last walk;

I help him, later love him, that mysterious boy,

His siblings becomes my family; this brings me joy.