My darling baby boy: A poem 

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The limestone owl in the garden 

reminds me of you 

I have no vowels harden 

in a love that’s true 

It was shaped by love 

and didn’t need any glue 

I know you are all above 

It is my conviction and my clue 

There were times so many 

in pastures filled with dew 

And you were worth every penny 

for the memories that I sew 

And I will wish eternity 

even when I’m feeling blue 

When absence is my fraternity 

your spirit’s presence is always new  

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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