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The Judgement
A child of mine was crucified When I hung it on the cross A child I cared for and created I’m grieving for my loss. It started as a tiny spark Just behind my eye It then became a twinkle On which I could rely. I was there as it was birthed On a precious sheet of white I nurtured and I raised it I felt it’s future was so bright. Coaxing gently here and there It’s own way there to find I was sure it would develop It was clever to my mind. Finally it was fully grown Was time to set it free Ready for its final trial Time to test its purity. I gently hung it on the cross Put a sign above it’s head For a group of peers deciding Was it good or was it dead. Many went right past it Few stopped to take a peek One or two, they tried to save it But it’s future did look bleak. It finally slid right off the cross It went to god knows where It wasn’t really cherished But me, I held it dear. *Dedicated to all the poets and writers out there that post their words for others to read & with a bit of luck appreciate.
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