Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....
The Universe; a Child's Sigh
The universe; a child's sigh.
A loving touch; the child smiles.
A place to call one's own.
That child knows no better.
There will be a time.
There will come such a time.
There can be no mistaking
the symptoms. Neither time
nor man's antic manipulations
can deny its approach.
And then, I ask
(I wonder, don't you?)
will there be nothing left
but the child's tears,
that complacent smile
of the child who knew no better?
c. 1990 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Prophetic Voices - an International Literary Journal
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