Their small worlds
There are hundreds of plants
that have sprouted out of the mud
behind our cabin
green as apples
smooth and proud
they remind me
of the children
born every day
into impossible lives
they don’t know it yet
their small worlds
still taut with hope and trust
their eyes are closed
and they don’t know
their mothers haven’t returned
they just keep waiting
forgiving
expecting
the love
they deserve.