Child, Poem by ryan blood

Child,



Poems you dreamed
as the Moon rose
your Mother held you
sweet red lips pressed
to your forehead
singing you lovesongs
about glimmering light
skipping stones;
summer afternoons.

(december 05)

Monday, July 16, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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ryan blood

ryan blood

resident of tampa, fl
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