Too Long

Too long, my child
Have those rice-paper hands
Lain lost in your lap;
One holding
Isolation.
The other,
Dread.
Too long, my child
Has the soul of you
Been a weightless weight on this earth.

How I wish I could live
To witness the miracle
Of your magical,
Phoenix-like
rising,
Your bright beauty
Burning on your fields
Again.

*words and photograph by Joy Goodenough

One Response to “Too Long”

1. Ilva says:

   October 20, 2009 at 12:16 pm

   WOW – got goosebumps!