Poetry of Issue #8        Page 74

Cradle in my Arms

Six months ago I saw my kids
and cradled them in arms,

the world had wings with which to fly
and cradle in my arms,

now the beaches close their doors
can’t cradle in my arms

the parks are mourning swingless swings
to cradle in one’s arms

today I dream of better days
to cradle in my arms

to see my babies close enough
to cradle in my arms.

  Pam Laskin