We are many
who guard our heart
lest our pain spill out
and form a bloody puddle
at your feet .
You would then
Need to walk around
In an even wider
Circle so as not
To stain your shoes.
So
We smile
And carry on
Or not.
And you wonder
Perhaps
What you could
Have done.
joss burnel, on this my son’s 41st birthday
A deep poem.. and great image to go with your muse.. And well wishes on your Son’s birthday Joss..
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thank you on all counts, Sue.
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I thought your poem was great.
It touched a cord within me.
Happy 41st Birthday to your son.
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