Genius ChildA Poem by Geralyn MillerWhat do you tell the genius child? Wise in mind sad of heart; Aching to belong, always outside. (Hold me, hold me,hold me, say the eyes of the genius child.) Accustomed to being alone, learning early never to be lonely. Wanting to be understood; needing to be loved. Living in a world where few understand them.
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7 Reviews Added on October 12, 2010 Last Updated on October 13, 2010 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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