Bits of Peace

Tiny eyes trying to hide from mine

Tiredness setting in by surprise.

From behind a chair I hear the fear;

Feel the glaring stare as eyes appear

Just above the back of the lay-z-boy.

As she starts to whine I know it’s time

For her to unwind but she declines.

The fight is here when resting draws near;

It’s clear by her tears she won’t adhere,

Even if she lays with her favorite toy.

In these “new normal” times we find it

Hard to survive for all humankind.

Wary of disease; worried weary;

Nothing is known but dread and dreary-

Social injustice and civil unrest.

Cutting teeth through cries: bloody sunrise.

Feverish highs: holding up divine signs.

“Say their names,” pleas to keep them all here;

They couldn’t breathe or walk without fear.

Small splashes vibrate vibrant waves of joy.

Tiny legs traipsing to bind the ties;

Failing, falling, but rising in time.

Luring with a leer that smirk appears:

Shame and pain clear; baby claps with cheer.

My expressive little Helen of Troy.