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These things came hard

We’re to honor those who gave us breath of
Life. With might, I never thought I owed this
Debt; since I sprung from my father’s head full
Grown. Respect, obey, take heed, these things came

Hard. So small I felt under the words when
All I wanted was to rule and say move
Here, say That. It is a choice to be a child
At heart, to grow and learn and change. You take

Delight for I am yours. You held me once
When I was new and though it took so long
For me to be a child I’m one today.
On ground that’s firm, my legs are strong; I rest

My head against your shoulder.


The featured image is Girl In The Woods by Vincent Van Gogh painted in 1882. The work of Van Gogh (1853-1890) is in the public domain.

By TEGD

I write abecedarian sequences

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