Friday, July 8, 2011

Four (or 'Her third birthday")

There's something I love
more than three.
I feel no guilt.
Don't misunderstand me -
three has been good to us
for quite some time
now.
But, as I regard
my mirror's reflection, and
my slowly swelling figure, I
also realize that
four is
much, much,
more.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2o11.

Soldiers

The final cry of
those who die
with less than honour in
their eyes
will not be heard by anyone
whether battles be lost
or battles
be won.

Copyright, Catherine Young, 2011