SON
Poetry
by Anne G
Son
radiates the warmth of day,
with every sweet encouraging smile.
His
brilliance burns the morning fog,
and lights the way when things go dark.
His
strength and courage steady me,
on stormy seas and shaking ground.
He
stands beside me through it all;
the good, the bad, the come what may.
Who
is this son,
of which I muse?
The boy
the heavens granted me,
one starry night, so long ago.
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JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? 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
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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