November 23rd, 2008 by William Julien
"This Broken Wing"I Long ago, a twinkle gleam inside a mother's eye abeam.What seems an extreme theme to methat I should never tell.In curiosity affright,when what was borne upon that night,a mother startled by insight,or was it just clock's bell?A child asleep, and all seems well.II What seemed an odd hospice retreat, in isolation doctors meet.A long deep sleep in virus keep,upon the worse they dwell.A plague's surprise, some people say,when naught assumed survives their day.A child of miracle display,with many questions quelledof silence, dreams, yet all seemed well.III Child of taciturn delights, eccentric play with mind alight,requite by midnight's...