Umbrae gigantum

Shadows of giants

I cursed children I created 

none lived up to my expectations 

none of my creations had the 

eloquence of Poe 

none the beauty of Frost 

neither the genius of Plath 

All were reflections 

of my own inadequacies 

never measuring up 

I lamented all of which 

they could never be 

did they even have to right 

to reside in those shadows 

Then in darkness dawns light shone 

I would have to be happy 

with the work of my hands 

Each writing a window 

into the unique self 

penning them passionately 

none would be any of those that came before 

they were all their own 

they were my heart and soul.

Author's Note

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