of the elderly woman
who lost her children
during the lost time.
She wears the headscarf
as a tribute to her and the
other mothers, grandmothers
children.
Her tanned skin,
aged with wrinkles and dark spots,
melts in his hands,
his "compasión."
Silver hair falls
in strangled curls
and brighten her face
just a tad more.
The look in his eyes
speaks for itself:
dark, hollow, yet
full of hope.
His graying beard
still thick with black hair
disguises his inner
gratitude, "compasión."
...................................
Lost children,
kidnapped in the night
and sent to detention centers;
unknown, their fate is.
Hey Charlie! I really like the tone of this poem and how you use your line breaks. I also like the line "dark, hollow, yet full of hope" and how it shows the strength of the character. Nice work!
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