⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Denied his own son,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dawn cradles the child of night
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀who died giving birth.

prompted by Daily Prompt: Moved to Tears at the Daily Post

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4 Responses to Grace

  1. Nice. Will share this with my goddaughter, Grace.

  2. This poem can ‘go’ a lot of different ways–with ease. Big plus in my record book.

    • Several of those ways were my intentions. But in this instance, one of those intentions of mine was explicitly to leave it open. Like writing a poem with a fill-in-the-blank option, freely inviting you to take it as you will. No ambiguity meant by that – ambiguous is different than free. Thanks for the plus. ✒Cyn

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