The Promise

To see through clear eyes at an early age would be nice but........
a photograph of a small child
sits atop the old curio.
glowing smile and shining eyes,
destined for a future bright.
where did the promise go?

image of a woman grown
reflected in my mirror.
pain dimmed eyes, dull with fatigue
makes me wonder many things.
where did the promise go?

life may come, and life may go,
we are not getting anywhere.
a photograph of a small child
sits atop the old curio.
where did the promise go?
   By Donnell Carlisle
Published: 5/30/2004
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