My Point? Poem by M S Latter

My Point?



Feel like dirt
feel like nothing
to myself, to you,
to - anyone.
Hands of ash
what's my point?

My child,
I created you
I love you;
your life gives pleasure
and is my wonder.
For you I died
so you might live.

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