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Honey Brown

by James Zealy

A honey brown little boy,
Deep soulful brown eyes,
That reach deep inside,
Sad and joyful all at once,
As if those innocent windows have seen,
More than they should,
Loved by a multitude,
Pale as a sea of white linen,
Each wants to give a piece of them,
As if they desire to see,
An outcome that spans time and place,
That exceeds expectations,
Yet sadness is intermingled with the joy,
Of knowing one so small, so fresh, so dear,
Prayers of thanks for the time allowed,
Pass our lips charged with emotion,
The time is so brief yet, it seems an eternity,
Until our time comes again.


Author's Note: This is an older piece. It is about a bi racial boy that my wife and I kept for a time, several nights a week. His father is in jail on drug charges, and the group that is raising hime consists of a group of people. There is not a traditional family structure, be he knows he is loved.

Posted on 07/16/2004
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

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