You gave me the child
that seamed my belly
& stitched up my life.
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Patience pays and your poem is epitome of patience. I stand on a ledge in still howling for our love
can we redeem our love from the limbo, dust it off like a fine sea trunk found in an attic ............. Probably not. This page is spattered with tears
You gave me the child that seamed my belly & stitched up my life. very fine expressions. tony