Poezja

Who's job is it to sound the bell?
who's job is it to watch time?
to let
the children run and play
to give them all a sign
to catch their
hearts
to hear their laughs
to uncover all their fears
mother is god in
a childs eyes
she takes away their tears
she asks for none yet gives her
love
unconditionally like all things
her youth is pulled to the
side
like her fair tangled hair
like the sound as the bell rings