A child draws the outline of a body. <br />She draws what she can, but it is white all through, <br />she cannot fill in what she knows is there. <br />Within the unsupported line, she knows <br />that life is missing; she has cut <br />one background from another. Like a child, <br />she turns to her mother. <br /> <br />And you draw the heart <br />against the emptiness she has created.<br /><br />Louise Glück<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portrait-7/
