by Christine Redderoth-Roderick
(Connecticut, USA)

The children huddled together.
Supporting each other,
supporting themselves with
the warmth of the other.
They could feel the heat off their bodies.
They could hear the gentle sound
of hearts' beating.
They were cognitive of the blood
moving through their veins.
Words, if spoken, said
what was already known amongst them.
Their love had no boundaries
for they had a shared experience.
They were alone.

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