Tim Ryerson Poet Free verse

My Seraphim

little girl who rose up
above poverty
above ignorance
above forced marriage...

little girl who rose up
little girl who grew up
grew up far too fast
grew up tough as nails
who became a woman
who became my seraphim

my seraphim who looked down
my seraphim who descended
my seraphim who took pity
and married me…

Submitted for: The ‘Angels’ contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron

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Poet Destroyer A January 6, 2016 at 12:46 AM Tim, Congratulations on your win. LINDA

Skat A January 3, 2016 at 11:31 PM TIM, Congratulations on your "Angel" win. **SKAT**

Jean Mcloughlin January 3, 2016 at 1:56 PM You're blessed with your seraphim Tim. Congratulations on your win. From Jean

Joyce Johnson January 2, 2016 at 2:17 PM Congratulations on your winning poem. Love, Joyce

Nayda Ivette Negron Flores January 1, 2016 at 8:58 PM Congratulations Tim.

Poet Destroyer A December 30, 2015 at 3:33 PM Hi Tim, I like this very much. ...Happy New Year ~LINDA~ Tim Ryerson December 30, 2015 at 4:42 PM Thank you dear lady and Happy New year to you as well...

Anne-Lise Andresen December 30, 2015 at 2:59 AM - A lovely poem, Tim :) - Good luck in the contest - I wish you and your loved ones a happy new year! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)