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I am so thrilled to have this venue to write poetry and short stories on. Since I was a child, words have raced through my mind like music. My father was a poet of exceptional calibre and I was privileged to see the world through his eyes.

I appreciate any feedback-good or bad. It will refine my existing skill and help me to improve. I've read some wonderful work on this site and am privileged to have a small portion of this site to pen on.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On abortion

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THE UNKNOWN CHILD Tears fall as the raindrop does Down the cheek, onto the floor Crying, pain-it's all inside For the child who is no more. Would her hair be soft as mine? And would her hand be gentle, kind? Would she be a tender soul Or have an intellectual mind? Would she love me?....Would she play Upon the hills of sand outside? Would she laugh and run away On all her friends and family hide? Would her voice be as the flute To comfort all the wayward souls? Would she dream of chasing rainbows Or would she reach for real goals? Now I know that I can't see What her future days would bring...

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