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Dear promised one
To you my son, my promised one,
In reflective ink I pen my mind, my final lines
I’ve played my part and yours yet begun
I hope one day, I’ll lead your way,
to brighter and through darker times,
You shall fear no darkness, dear promised one
In reflective ink I pen my mind, my final lines
I’ve played my part and yours yet begun
I hope one day, I’ll lead your way,
to brighter and through darker times,
You shall fear no darkness, dear promised one
Published 21st Nov 2021
Author's Note
Start of a letter written by a dying father to his infant aged son.
What poetic advice would you leave behind?
What poetic advice would you leave behind?
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