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The poem “Child of Mine” is about my goddaughter. It is an adventure to witness events prior to their birth, see the joy and struggle of growing up, and then see them blossom into adulthood.


Child of Mine

Child of mine, not by birth
witnessed over many years.
You are family once removed,
yet still favored in my heart.

You were the sparkle in the eye
of mere mortals struggling.
They did their best, heaven knows,
when we were young, more than now.

The miles stretched far apart,
mocking those who would be close.
To hurry to another side
was not likely in the divide.

The adults did not help
with survival held foremost.
We are all flawed in God's sight
when asked to be our best.

Years marched by as you grew,
from babe to a young adult.
How many more will there be
as I pray to not see your end?

You and yours are now blessed
with a union I could not foresee.
Child of mine, embrace this life,
may you flourish ever more.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160110.

April 2020

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