Finders ~ Keepers
Losers ~ Weepers
oft'~repeated childhood
chant . . .
phrases knit with silver
threads 'pon memory's
golden slant ~

Sticks~n~Stones
may break my bones
but words no harm
can do . . .
granite~carved cliche'
alas, too late, I found
untrue ~

For words can
be the dagger that
rends a tender
heart . . .
leaving it with bleeding
wounds ~ tearing it
apart ~

Can build a wall
so high ~ so wide
impenetrable and
strong . . .
allowing entrance to
no one ~ ah hurt can last
so long ~

Yet there ARE words
when spoken true can
build a bridge of
LOVE . . .
ascend the wall into
that heart on wings of
gentle DOVE ~

To nestle in that
broken heart, kiss away
each tear . . .
restoring Faith, rekindling Hope
removing doubts
AND
fear ~

Finders ~ Keepers
Losers ~ Weepers
how will the story
end . . .
let's speak those healing
words today ~ who knows what
hearts we'll mend !

Mary Carter Mizrany
February 22, 2003
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