A Calming Light Came To Me:
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It was in the summer of sixty-two,
Before I was born, before I had come,
My mother met my father this is true,
But what was meant to be and what was done.
Like two flames in the night their love was bright,
I was born from illness, I should not be,
Although they still loved me with all their might,
My future uncertain they still loved me.
The first time I recall seeing a light,
Alone in my cot just a small baby,
It brought me comfort that very first sight,
The more that I cried the more I could see.
Apart from being the first memory,
Brought me comfort over my history.
(Ten syllables per line)
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017
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