poet Ronald Stuart Thomas

Ronald Stuart Thomas

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Dear parents,
I forgive you my life,
Begotten in a drab town,
The intention was good;
Passing the street now,
I see still the remains of sunlight.

It was not the bone buckled;
You gave me enough food
To renew myself.
It was the mind's weight
Kept me bent, as I grew tall.

It was not your fault.
What should have gone on,
Arrow aimed from a tried bow
At a tried target, has turned back,
Wounding itself
With questions you had not asked.

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Poem Edited: Saturday, July 11, 2015

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  • Sue Ann Simar (2/7/2009 7:05:00 AM)

    Almost all thinking people have been pierced by this arrow, no matter what their childhood.

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