Waking up in my cradle seeing my mother beautiful eyes
Telling me I was her blessing, her newborn child
Saying I was too good to be true so….perfect
Remembering that from walking on my two feet
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CJ, Just beautiful! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! But I would say, Flight of fancy can be the food of soul, But sweating hard fills the body's bowl. CP
An amazing introductory poem to a poet's life story. Though you claim your work must be 'flawless, ' I can spot a few flaws myself. Lol. Keep up the good work, though.