Empathy punishes my sleep.
Old familiar waters
Flood my soul.
A grandmother’s tears
Flow from this rock of ages;
My heart bleeds
From a prayer garden
Well visited.
They will need my prayers,
The strength and courage
To carry their own cross;
A child’s handprints
Remain in the heart forever.
Carolyn Brunelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/handprints-3/
