Cheryl Mccall Poet I do not know?

My Broken Wing

I cry a bucket of tears for the father
I never knew he created me out of the blue.

I wonder if he knew when I was due, 
But reasured through the heavens I was true blue.

I'm sure he was as sensitive as
you know who, "I never knew you"
but I still grive over you.

I know in my heart you would have
been able to heal my broken wing.

That's how I escape my childhood dreams
as your always with me and my broken wing.

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John Rhinem March 4, 2009 at 7:25 AM Keep writing from such as this treasure filled place~"Your Soul!!"~"Love and Warmth Always To You and Your Loves, John!":)~"Have A Very Beautiful Day!"~Bye:)

John Rhinem March 4, 2009 at 7:23 AM Good Morning Cheryl~My talented and new found friend! This seems like a sad, yet hopeful write to some extent dear lady! Sad, because of the seeming lose of Your father; perhaps at a very young age; if even born at all? Hopeful, because thoughts of him possibly watching over and being there with You~may have been moments of comfort and strength for Yourself throughout the years of Your life!!? Excellent display of heart and soul here Cherly!....cont....