What drew me to your poem my boy? <br />that salted my now old open wound. <br />Why did you have to be there then? <br />in this Pome Hunters poetry room? <br /> <br />Where your words somehow for my eyes to see? <br />that my heart would now have to remember? <br />Of a time long ago in my life <br />my small hidden light, that dark secrets burning ember. <br /> <br />I thought for a moment that you could be <br />that part of my past, that was taken from me. <br />But I soon knew that this was not so <br />For I knew I had to let my past hopes, and you know. <br /> <br />It would have been too easy, meeting you this way <br />thinking you were one of my sons, someone had taken away. <br />I'm not sorry however that I read what I did <br />And am happy for you, and your life God did give.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-poem-8/
