And here, along the same lines, but destined for the ‘silly verse for grownups file’ is the
Poetry Challenge she set where she requires one line to be repeated at least once. I’m sorry Sammi, but that messes up my rhythm a bit.
What a sad epiphany
When one ponders
What may be
A random point
In space and time
Resulted in primeval slime
And then my mother’s
Night of joy
Resulted in a baby boy
A baby boy
She would conclude
Entirely lacking fortitude
So here I am
It’s only me
What a sad epiphany
I would hope that sadness was a long way from your mum’s heart when you arrived in her arms??
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Alas …. I never really got to ask her.
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