Two Short Arms

by Larry Blankenship. All Rights Reserved

I cry, when I think of your two, short arms
Too short, by far, to comfort all my pain.
Too short to hold me, weeping, in their charms
Too short, still reaching, seeking, but in vain

You too are crying, for my empty soul
that seeks to fill the awful aching void.
The pain that makes us all to feel unwhole
and when relieved, still leaves us overjoyed

Or shall we weep together, you and I?
For too short arms and souls that are unfilled
Might we not laugh together, by and by?
Despite the pain that bitter Fate has willed?

Come, laugh, and be my joyful playful friend
Together we shall find our sorrow's end.

by Larry Blankenship. All Rights Reserved