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The Child, 1 2 1

A spirit as fragile as glass A soul virgin in depth As innocent to the world as to him or herself. A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth to be discovered , yet. Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from one... to two...then back to one. The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son. A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one. Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review . copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/8/2010 8:43:00 PM
Nice one, Carrie.
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Date: 9/8/2010 11:37:00 AM
A very lovely poem, Carrie. Enjoyed the innocence and the concept, of children being our joy. Have a nice day,..p.d.
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