Young One

Fri, 12/25/2015 - 13:06 -- Onicma

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 

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