Poetry perhaps . . . .
By Nora D Watterson
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It lies in the love of a girl
The child never expected
And certainly,
Not desired. . .
What she brings
Is unexplainable
Covering me
With warmth
To view from within
To attempt to place
The means of mind
Breeds a sense of self
If ever I wished
To convey a train of thought
I would certainly wish this
For each
And every one
Of my children
She
Gives this -
Ten-fold. . .
Three times round and
Back again
Forever . . .
She moves
Back again
currently under construction
"Oh, but I have broken
all that lies within . . ."
nwatterson-2007
