My Lonely Child

My Lonely Child

I heard a mother poet say

My fertile fragile thought today

Is like my baby born too soon

Naked under electric moon

Word maternal it’s under glass

So my poem has had to pass.


And I must stand by a window

And I must look calmly somehow

As others touch my lonely child.

About the author : Wally du Temple

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