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Aug 08, 2022
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Surrogate
Somewhere deep within my core
Heart and mind and soul and more
Safe havens there in which I store
Endearing thoughts for evermore
Forever welcome at your door
Often counted, number four
Sleeping guest upon your floor
A place a felt I could be more
I could spread my wings and soar
An eagle circling distant shores
Bluffs break waves with crashing roars
That wash away invented flaws
So with these words I do implore
My gratitude for love you bore
And all the light that you foresaw
Upon a son that wasn’t yours
About This Poem
Last Few Words: This one is for my “other” mother and “other brothers”
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Ray Whitaker
2 years 11 months ago
Nice rhyme here
Real good on the poem, Tim. Touching.
lovedly
2 years 11 months ago
Upon a son that wasn’t yours
At times silence hurts more
a child birthing for a million reasons
she couldn't assure
PERHAPS!
I may not be able to assure
Candlewitch
2 years 11 months ago
dear Tim,
this is great! you were blessed to have such a wonderful family (and they were family through love, if not by blood) your piece radiates the feelings and respect for them.
*hugs, Cat