![]() Little vineA Poem by BeccyShe wrote the song that charmed his eyes, that filled the blue and cloudless sky and often to the listening earth whispered the story of his birth; and her sweet lips, though mostly sealed, safeguard the journey of the child, catching with full and captive heart each gleam of welcome from the sun. And all and every summer long, she watches the unfolding wing; the blossoming of natural leave that gives no reason she should grieve; yet still, the joy is tempered yet with just a frisson of regret, as time evolves into a single stream and ebbs away her every waking dream. For my precious son, Charlie
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9 Reviews Added on June 27, 2014 Last Updated on July 1, 2014 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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