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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Anne G

Anne G

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
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