Poem: Pieces Whole Again

It is the smell of forgiveness.

Love in the age of land mines

And a little child shall lead them

The smell of spring rises into you

A taut rope of possibility

Held up by forgotten hopes:

A lost leg, a lost eye, a toy broken

A laugh flying like a swallow at dusk

A scar and a spirit that refuse to fade.

When the tear begins to fall,

When you step into the age,

When you know love again,

We will begin the fight for your life.