
I’ve peeked through this door before,
It’s a land where children dwell.
I was not allowed to enter
I was not born alive and well.
I never learned to eat or walk
Never heard my mother talk.
I guess they thought I was not worth
My survival on the earth.
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Photo challenge. Use the photo above to inspire poem or short story
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/17/photo-challenge-307/
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About oneta hayes
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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It’s good to see your pro.life posts.
A very serious issue. Thanks for reading and thanks for the comment.