Bette Bavington Poet Villanelle

How Long

How long would you look for your child
Through all the rigmarole 
In the wild
Without your heart being chilled
Checking every rabbit hole.
How long would you look for your child
Knowing your unskilled
Looking in every pinhole
In the wild.
I love my child
Or I wouldn't be on a roll.
How long would you look for your child
Each day being unfulfilled?
This life takes its toll.
In the wild
Who would be thrilled 
If their heart they couldn't console?
How long would you look for your child
In the wild?

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Funom Makama July 12, 2017 at 10:19 AM Excellent and profound. You have that unique skill of beating the peak. This is a wonderful stuff, always beating our expectation. Can wait to jump to your next page.

Daniel Turner July 6, 2017 at 3:15 PM very nice villanelle, Mrs Bette. Bette Bavington July 6, 2017 at 3:42 PM Thank you.