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Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #1070377

A Son Never Mine, is poetry about my step son to whom I love but can never truly be mine.

A Son
Never Mine


Our eyes meet

in prime, youth in your eyes

conception, never mine.

Although, future holds

time, prime, never mine.

Happiness will come in time.

Treat you as mine

love unconditional

spankings

then cry, mine

never mine.

Never to hear

A two syllable word.

Dada!

I cry

my son

never mine.


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