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Doubt
Contributed by
Jillian
on
Wednesday, 7th April 2004 @ 07:43:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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My son, so grown comes at my call.
This son, beloved over all;
He lives with Youth; but I must go
The lonely path all mothers know.
My son will know the magic gleam
Of romance of another's dream,
Hand her moonbeams silver still,
From life's rapture take his fill.
She will tend his chidren's need.
Grace his house with tender heed.
I am happy knowing this;
Shall I grudge them of their bliss?
All the ways that he may go-
All his comings to and fro;
She may match a romance fine,
Break his bread and drink his wine,
Tend his wounds and match his guile,
Turn his anger with a smile.
All these things she still may do.
Should she fail-her faith untrue.
She may mend his broken seams.
Who will mend his broken dreams.
Copyright ©
Jillian
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2004-04-07 19:43:13] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Doubt
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 10:28:56 PM AEST (User
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Lovely and caring write....
Jenni |
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