The Cycle Engraved With Chalk Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

The child I baptized as 'Our Future' I placed him
in the center of a circle engraved with a chalk.

- Come to the child, you who both say he is yours.
You coquette hold his right hand, you maid the other:
real mother is the one pushing the kid out of the circle.

The coquette pulls his hand violently. The maid leaves
the hand not to be sprain, cries as mother at Calvary.
Mother is not she who gives birth and holds papers
but she who feels the pain, close to him a whole life
as the maid who takes care of a one-rose garden.

Thus I judged, then the chalky cycle expanded,
painted the virgin snow in white and gave birth
to seven colors that all compose the rainbow
securing a great future to child named 'Our Future'.



© JosephJosephides