Take-off was filled with tears of fear
And the loss of a little girl
To re-create a
Youth For Understanding.
Tears of pride fell as
Courage carried her away on a
Solitary quest for tolerance.
Tears flowed afresh
As my Robin flew the nest
For a warmer climate.
One was enough,
But who can be sure which blurred the vision first
As two pairs of wings faded into the clouds–
Orlando and Amsterdam will never be the same!
Lonely tears came when the
Voice of the evening litany didn’t.
Her absent prayers spoke louder than
Tears of thanks sprung up when my
Little bird returned under my
Yet anxious ones lingered for the other still flown.
How long till the nest would be full once more?
Anticipation brought tears of joy
When she finally came into view.
Hurt and shame loosed the ducts
As one daughter’s beaming face
Crumbled under the stony,
Unwelcoming stare of the other–
The Youth Without Understanding.
How many tears will it take
To wash away
The pain of intolerance?