Her Little Man Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Her Little Man
She's always called him that
since his infancy,
'her little man'.
Now sixty five
his own youth long passed;
no one can fill the shoes of a dad
that left her with an empty life
not even the loving family
that surrounds her.
And none can take the place of
'her little man'
who still devotes himself
to her needs best he can,
come what may, even
though many many miles away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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