Thank The Lord For Our Son Poem by Erika Wingo

Thank The Lord For Our Son



I sit and I hold our young son close
When I'm in the midst of utter despair
He's the closest possession that I have
to you
It sometimes makes lighter,
The burden I bear
He is a part of us both
Created through our faith and our trust
A pure symbol of our love,
Everlasting
He reminds me of us

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Erika Wingo

Erika Wingo

St. Paul, Minnesota
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