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
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
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