Bri Edwards Child Poems

As a boy I was happy and spoiled;
my Mom washed all the clothes I soiled.
Perhaps I did not KNOW I was happy,
BUT I think I rarely ever felt crappy.
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Many moons ago in a desert landscape,
a little girl, up from Earth, at me did gape.
She had long straight black hair (with one curl) .
I'd watch her ply** the bricks and sometimes twirl.
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What child is this born to unfit parents?
Or to those whose ways are errant**?
To adults unable to provide loving care?
To a child-mother almost too young to bear...
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When I was a kid and got a cold, my mom kept me ……secure.
She put me to bed, and gave me buttered toast and soup ….to cure.
And ginger ale, Canada Dry I suppose. Only the ‘best' for Bri!
[It didn't suffice when pneumonia I got (twice) : I wonder: ….'Why? ']
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