Painted daughter running carefree along the beach her image indistinct against the horizon, brushed in strokes of vivid blue her ocean is peaceful
Four summers long at most her blonded hair all streaming chaos in her wake, blending as the sea breaks and clouds swirl, weaving her way through life
Moment in time captures how brief is our childhood
Parents guard her close as do the best angels
No malevolent spirit dare disturb her harmonies
Her mother gravid with sib a life less lonely as blood is thick
Other times other places other children are not so blessed
Fate deals them another hand
They are powerless to choose or play their game of cards
Anointed by the dust of war bandaged stunned bloodied in the back of ambulances in Syria and other lands in distress where oil is bartered in blood
Insensate before violent evil their images are flashed around the world as quick as death
Rivers of blood are their seas in turmoil
Luck as random as footprints in the sand of a child, the tides washing away their shapes
The future is a phantom suspended between heaven and earth with the past gone forever
the child is the future of her past
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