What Makes Me, Me Poem by Sandra Feldman
What Makes Me, Me
Poetry is what my mother,
Taught to me,
Honesty, is what my father,
Taught to me,
Beauty is what I always,
Seek to see,
Love, is all I lived for,
Made me free.
Wow! What a tasty morsel! I love it! I guess my mother was a poet and a self-taught musician. Perhaps genetics threw me a little bone? I never shared any of that with her. I lived outside, almost never entered a building I like that, what makes me me for some reason it makes me teary! Te agradezco profundamente quizas me hace recordar algo bien escondido? ? ? en la mente? quizas el corazon
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4/25/2024 12:31:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Honestly Poetry Is beauty And your poetry Makes us all so free