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Free Spirit

He only called his mother and father by their names,  
His hoarse little voice only added mystery to his story,  
His mother would tell tales of how at mass he’d claim  
The statue of Jesus was “my papa” praising him in glory.  

He was a free spirit, curious about others coming and going,  
Wandering the earth as if he was some kind of ancient soul,  
And the day before he died he went around collecting coins,  
We’ll never know what he dreamt when he was only two years old.  
 
May 1948 - January 1951  
 
#StevieSmith
Written by wallyroo92
Published | Edited 4th Mar 2020
Author's Note
For the Alone In The Woods comp, inspired by Stevie Smith's poem In My Dreams
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46843/in-my-dreams

About my grandmother's first born.
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