Roger Costello

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Cally - Poem by Roger Costello

She lay's in the crook of my arm.
Vunerable, fragile, asleep.
She stir's.
Muscles tighten, I feel her strength,
her power.
Looks are decieving,
three days old.
A soal with no name.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The birth of my first grandaughter.

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  • (4/30/2010 6:08:00 PM)


    short but nice............ :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2012


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