A Birth With A Purpose Poem by ROBIN RAMBLES ON
A Birth With A Purpose
Does life really have the purpose
Feeling like a slow turtle
The Floridian Fort Myers
The sandy silk the remedy
Seashell Rose thorned
The happening day I was born
Robin- Joy tiny 5 pounds of gold
Joy to the world 4 ounces
Moms-whole
Birth I was her world
to guide me the incubator
I was named after
"Grandma Rose'
The dictator attention newborn babies
Crying please Arnold the
terminator doesn't terminate
her completely just stop
her from crying
Spiritual bud those rare finds
Someone took my funds
How was it laid out like
a birth flowing
Without anyone seeing
the beauty of it showing
My birth was everything to
touch the world I was glowing
TRue self to life...... a wonderful theme....... this theme is taken by the mystics really. you have connected with the birh and presented a holy and wonderful theme. thank u for the explanation.. God bless u. tony
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5/4/2024 8:10:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The introduction of life is oh so precious! ! Through the window of decision, life is granted with a holy joy, blessed be the the first breath until the last! I loved your poem my friend! !