“Our father is oldhe has a young one, best lovedonly son of his Mother. His brotheris dead. Don’t take him, please. Wewill give you our
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Great Cloud of Witnesses
My father’s father, A man of stone, steel, his wife, Cornucopia, Table ever full. My father mapped the inner Space, architecture Of the mind, so
Matilda
I am reading this Book to my daughter, and I Tell her to watch how People’s faces change When they are complimented. It shows how
Not Every Disciple Gets a Cool Name
I am Simon calledPeter, my name stands for theBalance of justice With mercy, the swordIn the stone. In me find theWisdom of ages. I am
Heritage
Honduran wife, meAmerican, kids, mixed. WhenMy son gets anxious, And has a tantrum,I like to chuckle, they’re justHispanic attacks. His angelic faceBelies his unrelentingFocus, willpower,
Undulating Contours
She has given thought To the pattern of sparkle on The ceiling, and she Would have preferred for It to have been uniform, Consistent. My
Melodramatic Physician 