Herbert Nehrlich Child Poems

You came into our lives,
I can still heart the patter
of wrinkled feet, so soft.
You could not stay
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A people who
adores its mothers
will travel on a cloud
of high esteem.
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You pain has reached the depth
inside the inner core.
It drives you mad and wild
be strong my precious child.
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By the time she reads this
I'll be in Alabama.
I ate the ham and pasta stew
and cleaned the fridge
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It is I, Cantadora,
creator of dreams
for the feeble of mind
and the pressure at seams
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Night has now come
I sit, a happy man.
The hike was long
and she is now with child.
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