HOTT Poetry Night: Childhood & Other Tales
When I was just 11 years old our next door neighbor
who was married three times
and had 5 or 6 children by each marriage
had a birthday party and all of his
children and grandchildren came.
It was a great mob of people.
In a small city street and small city house the
house overflowed with people many
The party was over and everyone was leaving, when
one couple were captured by great fear, anxiety and
trembling. They could not find one of their
children. Looking everywhere he could not
A powerful feeling came over me that forced
me to go on a search. Looking for him was
like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Some power just pulled me into a search.
After almost an hour of searching
I was exhausted, but continued the search.
Finally I saw the little child and worked my
way to him and was hoping he
would not be afraid and run away from me.
When I reached him he did not run.
Grabbing him by the hand
I proceeded to return him to his parents.
I was this boy’s savior.
However there are no prophecies about
my coming, nor recored history about
I guess none of that is necessary to be