My Home Poem by Susan Alldred Lugton
My Home
I am born,
not so forlorn..
My parents loved each other.
when I was born.
They welcomed me
and I felt their love.
It was home for me,
as I was born.
Time went on.
Not the same further on.
They grew bored.
Their fantasies soared.
I felt so sad.
I‘m the one who is bad.
They part d then alas.
Where am I reborn.
I start to die.
Where am I from.
From them, I believe.
They did conceive
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