Young One
There, there young one
there shall be no rue
for I too
make mistakes as the clock ticks
little did she know mistakes come with beautiful blessings
he may ponder and leave
but a tree never loses it's roots
nine months couldn't come fast enough
she cried and screamed with might
for the young one forgot
with struggle and pain comes the light
rocked and rocked the crib went
as she sang the melody
-- there, there young one
This poem is about:
Our world
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