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Oct 2018
Nurse These Starving Babies

You put the effort into creating them. As a child
with a toy, you anxiously, in a frenzied state,
tear apart at the box.  And as soon as you’re done
playing, the novelty wears off. You crave

another that’s held inside a white container,
and then later, the same thing. You leave it there
starving for your attention. No more! If you want these
children of yours to take flight, fly off

the pages and into books and magazines then
you have to carefully cultivate every word and stanza
before you tender. Don’t release them without their walking
legs. Give them love, attention and praise.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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