Prose Poem Epiphany
Apron strings loosed,untied as maternal voices faltered and cried when a soprano voice lost its elan and a boy became a man.Peer pressure would not hide and difidence was replaced with pride.Desire,with warm whispers heard,
questions answered with just three words,filled with joy and love a union blessed from above .Holding a first-born,as two self-absorbed,became three.
Trust was born-a-new a changed life came into view as a work of art with gifts to share and impart.
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