written by
me and them
Through tiny eyes i see,
a world that looks back at me.
Everyone together, then there is me.
They move, they talk, they laugh, and they snore.
Through these tiny eyes i watch them,
and they see me.
Longing for the warmth of touch,
i want the love they share, too.
Yet this unseen cover, separates me from them.
June 26 , 2011