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John F McCullagh
Poems
May 2012
A Child is Born
A child is born
to her ***** mom.
The ***** donor
has fled and gone.
The road seems hard
when walked alone,
but she has you
to depend upon.
You have family to help.
You have courage and grace.
A dependent to nurture
and the future to face.
Your tale is common,
but sadly so.
For bad boys come,
and bad boys go.
They lack the virtues
that define a man.
Who would be a father
and become a Dad.
That's why your own mom
held your hand
as you bore down
again, again.
Rewarded with a cry,
her song.
This morning early
A child is born.
Written by
John F McCullagh
63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)
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