Words

Words

A Poem by Tom Friel

They are my babies
I feel the bound
As soon as they reach the page
They are a part of me
A gift that I’ve given
If to no one else myself
I’m not the best parent
I only attend to my babies
When I have the time
Or the inclination

Still, they mean a lot to me
They symbolize hope
Hope that maybe
My words will grow into
Something beautiful
Appreciated
And loved
Maybe I’m hoping too much
Probably
They are after all
Only words
 

- T.G. Friel

© 2009 Tom Friel


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