Feel a sudden urge to kiss Mother because the
life-threatening sheltered workshops have vanished and
yellow stars are melting into dripping butter, but ice crystal
tears still fill the numb heart for not creating heaven with God's hands:
Walking above an angel, puffy, white cloud
is like watching a jolly old clown spread his
tears to every boy and girl:
Human touch can heal bloody wounds
of the soul and brand new smiles perk up the
plain air with a sense of humor that
every living creature neglects.