valerie@sdcc13.UUCP (Valerie Polichar) (11/07/85)
Comments, as usual, are MORE than welcome! The title is just a working title; suggestions??? -------------------------------------------- Dragonfighting Fisted fear lay balled-up in the lap of my one son while on the ground the snow grew deeper than any mother has a right to know what company the seasons keep, and why the summer must dissolve at last in ice. Knee-deep in muttered promises and lies, I bent to try to wipe the questions from his eyes. I've made no dent in nightmares; swords lie like words, and often fail. He's caught me limping home too many times and knows no longer can I conquer all. His bravened hands reach up to touch my fiery cheeks as if to reassure, and then move on to drive the snow-hounds from his path, this child I could never own.