Goddess Poems : Marching to a Different Drummer

		Persephone in dream This lovely day awash in light, will follow me into the night. Will eddy softly in my dreams, and fall on me in pale moonbeams. Till I am blooming with the rose, be water as the river flows. I'll fly with owl above the trees, and all Goddess made will be in me! -Lillian

		Receiving this entry unexpectedly from a young contestant, the judges decided to add a special category: Little Goddess Award
		The man has a child. He never takes care of the child. All alone sits the child. Poor child, that young child. All alone child, the child as skinny as a bug. Like a ladybug the poor child sits alone. No one's around to comfort him. He watches you. It's him blowing a cold blow down your neck. He is the monster under your bed, all the things you are scared of because he is mad. And all the things you are not scared of, he is some of those things too. To you he is a gentle god, because you are not scared of him, because you don't hate him. He is the child. -Catherine (age 9)

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