"brittle - a poem about childhood."
When I was a child,
being in love meant eating
my mother's vegetable soup
(even though I secretly hated it)...
But comfort always came
that even the most
fierce of monsters
could be calmed by vanilla custard!
(c) Brent M Harpur, 2011.
"And the time will come when we will be stronger in all the places we are broken..." (hemmingway)