Yesterday, we breathed the softest pains.
My child, she wept near unseen stains
while watching animation’s plot:
A web-fed mother’s power drains.
And I, by chance, those feelings caught
as silent tears – the purest draught
of love in flow from heartwards bend
to mend another’s broken lot.
What subtle joy, with this amend :
I see this empathy’s portend -
a gracious life from my descend
will bear this strength to man’s ascend!
(Submitted for OpenLinkNight at dVersePoets)