Theme: Acceptance


A childhood childless widow am I
We nursed our yearning for a bonny child
When time matures our physical selves
No fears eluded your adventurous take on nature
The Forces instilled in you risk factor craze
Matured was I when I last saw you
With customs of the times
I sat out as unclean not to be touched
We despondently parted to meet when time and space put us together
That was never to be!
You went missing whilst taking on a militant
In sacred cascading gushing waters
Cursed was I never to glance even at your still physical self
I yearned to caress and feel you in flesh and blood
I secretly still nestle your handkerchief
Time has healed my piercing pain
In caring for deserted newborns
To nurture each one for sterile parents
Happy with my joy for compassionate love
I live in harmony with what the Lord mapped for me
Joy to cheerful me


More By  : Prof. Dr. Jennifer Marie Bayer

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