Bequeaths - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Bequeaths

She worries about
Absolutely everything;
Wreathed in a
Cloud of trepidation,
Myriad menaces,
Nothing safe,
Constant vigilance against
Threats real and fabricated,
She bequeaths all this
Wonderfulness to her children.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer