Father Poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez

Father

Rating: 5.0


The angels and Saints watch over

And I,

always ask, 'Whereto I go? '

Eyes pop on the walls like demons etched,

barred

stupidly stuck

I continue to pray

earnestly settled

Like any kind of saint or a child


'Help me,

dear Father

You are my fortress and my joy! '

Father
Friday, February 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: god
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
in times of trouble; a prayer
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 12 February 2016

An excellent prayer and beautifully crafted too. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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