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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS: ELEGY TO MY PARENTS FREE VERSE FOR MUM My birth remark reads: You tramped for a season With a puffy trunk Along dangerous paths— Waded on puddles and quagmire, Scuffed your flat feet and Trampled it on serpents and scorpions To bid my glorious existence… I lost my balance When I felt your expiration from my pubis. I staggered in pain Like a fowl stripped off by fierce breeze. My physique— Which a thousand-and-one-princesses adore— Is distorted. The trunk you both carry— Through rocky hills and sloppy mountains— Is now an elephantine for the other leg. Oh! Your cessation is at break of dawn You danced to the tune that glooms souls You are bereft of ambling On such and such burg… You hurried for the Golden City. The scorch sun and mild moon cloy You take pleasure in the one-off of quietus… With streams of briny water Rolling down my cheek, I watched you wriggling helplessly to and fro— After being ricocheted on Death's spindly pole: Death clasped your brawny brittle bones. You swell, swelter, near bursting, Impatient for suppuration in your crimson attire. Farewell! You scoot the living abode On mutilated soles and toes; My precious leg! In your gracefulness, I created beautiful traits. I'm left limping as you're supplanted By quasi-legs and crutches. Will you ever return? Even in posterity… HAIKU FOR DAD Dad! Why? Another crutch? Both legs amputated You couldn't stay; you loved mum. Your Love, Angel Simon. On Christ The Solid Rock I Stand...*tears*
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