• Faceless Child
    By: Carmen Corbett

    “Faceless child, what do you know of sunshine and marigolds?
    Why ever do you speak of miracles, and of what this life holds?
    When you haven’t even a face for you to be remembered by,
    And when you lack a loving family or a warm house nearby.
    Whatever do you know of this world?
    You claim you’ve seen another world,
    One so much more pure than the one today
    You swear that you have large white wings
    And that you are free to fly away.
    But you see, pardon me, this I cannot believe
    For I’ve grown marigolds once, but they expired
    So I’ve given up hope on this world as a whole
    As if a water-doused fire.”

    And then the child spoke to me.

    “Lend me your ears my dearest friend
    For I do have a way,
    Embrace what marigolds can bring
    Look ahead for better days.
    And when in this mad maniacal world
    You may seem to stray,
    Remember, always find your marigolds again, come what may.”

    And with that, the faceless child flew away.