Enough
Read my son could grow.
With in his soul a hole.
God knows what holed and sunk in me.
Or where's my girl, are we still three?
Sometimes. I fear. We're lost. At sea.
Oh God. Oh please. Just let it be.
Copyright © John Holloway | Year Posted 2007
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