this i know.
without a skerrick of doubt.
if not for your hands,
holding gently, my fragile heart.
and our son's, trust and need,
giving roots,
to my runaway feet.
my vagabond soul,
would be, but dust,
scattered, to the winds..
your heart... and his...are my anchors ....sturdy.
agin,
the present, malestorm.
that is my iconoclastic mind.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
this i know.
without a skerrick of doubt.
if not for your hands,
holding gently, my fragile heart.
and our son's, trust and need,
giving roots,
to my runaway feet.
my vagabond soul,
would be, but dust,
scattered, to the winds..
your heart... and his...are my anchors ....sturdy.
agin,
the present, malestorm.
that is my iconoclastic mind.
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