to the illegitimate child,
whose streets are dimly lit
who pores thru dusty photo albums
for the eyes that look like his,
...
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this is great Jake, very well depicted, i've shared the same feelings thank you
ooo! ! this is awsome i love the rhythm and rhyme in it. poor sweetie little boy..
Allusion to his climbing the tree - made me think you might be thinking of a family tree. If so, cool. If unintentional, even cooler!
Very moving Jake. Such a shame how many of these people their are in the world. Beautiful poem. Sincerely, Mary
The second line is a knock-out! What's said that's not said! I have a friend who got through five foster-families. Now he's a grandfather and lives in half a castle... but is still scared that when he returns home, he'll find it has disappeared... fine, evocative poem.
What a Marvelous poem! ! ! ....Loved the first lines, ''who pores thru dusty photo albums for the eyes that look like his''...really sets the tone and momentum...A well thought out pondering work of art~
Add a comment.Great poem.I love it. Woow