Gold, Where He Tread

~ A child will be born To a latter-day father:   It might just be one son, Or maybe a daughter.   Out of one thing, And, then, into another.   Nothing of parenting Had entered his head.   But one life – Then everything! Is gold, where he tread.   Who knows of the paths? […] Continue reading

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Superstitious

My mother would walk,    bearing  close by.   “Don’t ever let objects    between us.”   “Bad luck,” she would say;    though, I’d never ask why.   But now that she’s long gone – Believe us!         ©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

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