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The Almost Child

I remember exactly the spot

the place I sat

when she told me

I remember the cooling coffee


when I was told

I remember the uncertainty

in her voice

when she told me


I remember how I smiled

the joy I felt

when I first knew

my almost son


◄ Three Poems in Tana

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<Deleted User> (18474)

Tue 13th Nov 2018 08:09

I agree with Taylor.
A lot left unsaid.
But it's best left there, as the poem works beautifully.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Mon 12th Nov 2018 17:09

So much left unsaid Chris a wonderfully poignant poem..?

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