Unborn Musings
I dream of my mother's face
In her arms a sweet embrace
Murmured words I want to hear
From her lips I hold so dear...
I know nothing of men's wars
Or the pain of closing doors
I don't know the color of my skin
But know the heart that dwells within.....
Still innocent in my unborn ways
I dream of living peaceful days
Some love to hold me by the hand
And a friend or two to understand...
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Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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