At My Bosom Poem by Dorthe Wisbech Clausen

At My Bosom



At my bosom
laid many a soul

In times of joy
and times of despair

From my baby girl
to my grown up man

And at certain times
my men in between

All quenching their thirst
of different needs

I'd comfort
I'd please

I'd give them the deepest
innermost corners of
my very soul

Monday, November 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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