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Poem: This is my child
Poem: This is my child
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: This is my child This is my child – and yet he is not mine. He is a special boy and though I fathered him I will not claim him as my own for he belongs to God. The miracle that brought him here was a promise fulfilled, but not to me alone, or to my wife. We are his parents
Poem: Dance of death
Poem: Dance of death
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Dance of death A swish of silken skirt and swaying body; bright unbound hair and darkened dazzling eyes; bejewelled dress revealing, then concealing; devices all designed to mesmerize. The music slowed, the dance grew yet more sensual, the guests were captivated by the sigh
Poem: Significance
Poem: Significance
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Significance They were waiting: waiting for a sign: waiting for the One Who Would Come: waiting for the Messiah: waiting for John to declare himself. They were full of questions: full of suspense: full of anticipation: full of wondering: full of hope. Continues... ©Marjorie
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