When Out; Past My Bedtime Poem by james watkin

When Out; Past My Bedtime



Glad I was spared, sharing
Not this perspective.
Windowed for a mother's
Heart-room; extensive!

Casts, for its betrayed sense
That, in safe-guarding
A gloominess. As Heaven
Pines for its lost angel;
In whose defiance fell
Love's; disregarding.

Sunday, May 8, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,mother
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james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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