As love grows from a foundation
Of beauty, my gaze is in contrition
For those who live devoid of love.
Leave, like, live, lively, longing to love …
As each child, man, and woman need a hive
To promote, programing all with reverence.
A need to bathe in the certitude of being
Cocooned and cherished for just existing.
With each caress, word, gaze, request,
You’re inundated with warmth that’s best
Given in daily doses, so as not to fall
Into depression that’ll turn you into a ball.
Poetry for Change 