Generations Poem by Bettye Hodge Culbreth

Generations



His arms open wide
To embrace and I
Putting my askew hat to rights
Holds his thin body closely
Looking at this miniature version
Of my first born
My heart swells with love
As the magical word erupts
From his lips "Na-Na"

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Bettye Hodge Culbreth

Bettye Hodge Culbreth

Trenton, New Jersey
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