Running in the cage again!

How is my serendipity warrior...
a story... some more unwritten?
Written from every beat of a heart
we all can dance and love with...

Smiling at the mitten clenched in his fist because the child it represents
is not gone in vain...
the one who's his blood was
in her veins.
...and whats to say for unborn equipped?

Pain seen through the windows
of his eyes, at the time, now never,
then never ever to be forgotten...
Images with aid of modern ways
was not necessary to see a spiritual
kind of surgery would be necessary...
Who's smitten at a moment taken
by a tiny cry from the first caress
of her fingers... The idea lingers...

Every woman a leaking heart can save
is beyond comprehensive ability when filled with the Spirit other than that off a shelf at a store... or sidewalk!

A heart smaller
but better than...