youth

. .. .. Outside the wind whirls. Inside my daughter asleep in her toddler bed. . When will the world be good enough for our children? The night crashes rain. The morning is calm. A young Oak still holds it’s leaves strong against winter. var addthis_pub = 'haikubytwo'; var addthis_language = 'en';var addthis_options = 'email, favorites, digg, delicious, myspace, google, facebook, reddit, live, more'; [...more]

by Alison

Outside the wind whirls.

Inside my daughter asleep

in her toddler bed.

When will the world be

good enough for our children?

The night crashes rain.

The morning is calm.

A young Oak still holds it’s leaves

strong against winter.

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