Cruel Fates Poem by Brodie Montgomery
Cruel Fates
The fates have dealt an unfair run;
They've placed a curse upon my son,
A battle we, ensue each day,
Just to be sure, that he can stay,
Still perfect to me; in every way,
He's my gift from the goddess,
And she watches each day.
Blessed Be
We pray for your child; It's true that- surviving is a name of revolution for every life.
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