Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold,
your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down,
a tiny ball unfolding while I hold
you shivering.
Your lacerations frown
Careful now, I’ll wrap you in a cloth,
And whisper words you cannot comprehend.
Oh tiny one, you're no more than a moth!
It’s alright now. You’ve come across a friend.
Your warmth is blossoming against my breast.
I want to teach you gentleness and calm.
There’s nothing here to threaten you: so rest,
You’re safe now from anxiety and harm.
Your heart is racing hard against my hand,
awaiting pain, as wizened captives do.
Believe me, Little One, I understand.
For I have been a broken prisoner, too.
~
Darren White
4 comments:
Oh, my heart is shivering... so, so adorable couple of sweeties! And the Darren White's word match so well the picture. Marvelous work.
This is so beautifully blended. Wonderful artwork as always.
You do it again and again … the perfect marriage of art and prose. This tugged my heartstrings!
Both art and words are so precious!
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