now tired and weak
hugs me tightly
as I turn to leave
the bond that secured,
gone many nights
six years hidden
from both of our sights
still, I remain,
from love and respect
the child has grown,
that one you first met
the common denominator
from those past years
still holds fast,
and will keep me near
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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