Dimples

Dimples. ~ They say a dimple is where one was once kissed by an angel, right before birth. ~ The angel's lips leave a small imprint, a tiny valley on the baby's silk-smooth skin, a mark. A blessing on this tiny creature about to enter the world. ~ Why do beautiful baby children, sweet and innocent, become so terrible? So horrid, so filled with corruption, their souls so blackened? What breaks them? ~ I see mothers pushing strollers onto the bus everyday. The tiny bundle inside sticks a hand out, waving stubby little fingers in the air. I smile, yet I wonder. ~ What will this child become? ~
Dimples. Ones blessed by an angel. ~ Yet so many scorn this small giving of love. So many turn to other sources of comfort, find new, twisted things of love. ~ This world is a cruel one. ~ I have only one dimple, called up by my smile, a mark adorning my left cheek. ~ One kiss, one blessing, one life. I won't ruin it. I'll not be forsworn. ~