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Myself

written by: hedgehog

 

Somewhere sometime after the war
My parents once more together
They gave me life
And so I was a small bundle but I was
So tiny in my cot; longing to live
My mother and my father knew me
For truth I had no say in my being
Love and trust was what they gave me
I was there defenceless but loved
Born to live out my life
Between birth and dust
Between earth and eternity
What could I give them in return?
I've spent a lifetime learning to be myself
Lenses of memory as I now grow old
Seeing my past in a different light
I'm at peace now secure in the man I became

hedgehog

hedgehog

I'm a retired Civil Servant, I worked for the Ministry of Defence retiring at the age of fifty. I am now seventy years of age and was encouraged by my good friend Annie Mulholland in February 2016 to write short stories and poetry as she thought I was well capable of writing both. I started writing in earnest in June of 2016. I have joined a writing group "Tenovus write with us".
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