Ballet of the Hemophiliac Boy It was easy in the heart Of the meadow, and in the corn. But now comes the difficult part — The brake of thorns. The keys of clover and leaves Didn’t fit the locks Of his body. He couldn’t be Cut by the sharp cries of hawks. The real dance begins Where the woods do, Where his thin skin thins Into Air. Here Is where One fears He isn’t going to make It through The thorn brake. Pray for him to.
I had a friend who had hemophilia. I remember it was good for us to know about it. So we could take it into account. Or know what to do if.
But I never thought of putting it into a lovely poem as this one. Very vivid. You can see the concentration and sorrow on the fave when that ballet begins. Great write.
I had a friend who had hemophilia. I remember it was good for us to know about it. So we could take it into account. Or know what to do if.
But I never thought of putting it into a lovely poem as this one. Very vivid. You can see the concentration and sorrow on the fave when that ballet begins. Great write.