Motherless Child…#120

Motherless Child…
I grew up in the tranquility of the woods, running free beneath the Oak, Birch and Chestnut trees. The voice of a loving mother was not to be; in my heart, she was very dear to me.

I remembered her voice upon the waves of a summer wind; I pretended that she lived within my enchanted dreams. With the sun upon my face as it filtered through where I sat on the branches of a tree; I pretended that the branches were her loving arms wrapped around me.

I grew up with many strange voices, and left to take care of me, my daddy really tried. So I flourished under heavenly skies, I was silent in my loneliness, from birth a motherless child.


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10 thoughts on “Motherless Child…#120

      1. oh what a wonderful word “faction” love it, may I use it sometime please? I love when I discover new words that make so much sense … most of us write that way!
        Thanks ELizabeth, so nice to meet you 🙂

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      2. Of course you can use it…I like it when followers try to give me advice like “you may need medication” or “we will pray for you”. Well, I don’t turn down prayers anytime, but living and creating with words somewhere between fiction and faction seems to make sense to me. Have a great evening. E.

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