by Anne G
radiates the warmth of day,
with every sweet encouraging smile.
brilliance burns the morning fog,
and lights the way when things go dark.
strength and courage steady me,
on stormy seas and shaking ground.
stands beside me through it all;
the good, the bad, the come what may.
is this son,
of which I muse?
the heavens granted me,
one starry night, so long ago.
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I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde