To comfort her motherliness!
Posted August 18, 2012
on:- In: Poetry
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Any Amulet,
Any knotted string,
Or anything;
Let me know, how to uncouple?
She’s my daughter in law,
The only survived being;
Holding my grandson, like a she monkey,
Close to her bosom;
He’s been dead for two days;
When I attempt to take him,
She stops to crunch or sip,
She’s pitiable and down, but,
He’s not a calf; to be stuffed
To comfort her motherliness;
He has to be buried ——–!
August 18, 2012 at 3:21 PM
very touchy….
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August 18, 2012 at 10:01 PM
thank you nano for reading n commenting
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