Written By Thasia Anne
This man child of mine was born He slipped into life I was born I slid from child to mother Kisser of cuts - Scolder of naughty boys Teaches of truths - Believer of beliefs There is no test to pass No grade average to achieve Protect, nurture, Throw to the wolves How do I know if I did well? When the man child holds me in the palm of his hand and says; I love you MOM
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