You want to play it safe,
Move back to ghost.
Determined and remembering movement without body.
Shadows look down on us
And try to penetrate into dream.
Hushed singing through strands of baby hair,
Cares not for this side of physical.
Stubborn and with a look so matter of fact,
My child, my child is on a hunger strike.
© 21-Mar-08 Sonja J. Phinney
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