Mother and ChildA Poem by BetanuZweiYou were me, more or less, thirty years later. Same blue eyes, same curled hair. Always staring, always thinking. My mother always said I was off with the fairies. You were the apple of so many eyes, maybe I got jealous. Maybe I'd give anything to be in your position. So many people, so much love. Well now look. I'm the one consoled. They're scared to look at you. Unlucky. © 2011 BetanuZwei |
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Added on February 1, 2011 Last Updated on February 1, 2011 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..Writing
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