Linda Winchell - 'Your Poem'

What drew me to your poem my boy?
that salted my now old open wound.
Why did you have to be there then?
in this Pome Hunters poetry room?

Where your words somehow for my eyes to see?
that my heart would now have to remember?
Of a time long ago in my life
my small hidden light, that dark secrets burning ember.

I thought for a moment that you could be
that part of my past, that was taken from me.
But I soon knew that this was not so
For I knew I had to let my past hopes, and you know.

It would have been too easy, meeting you this way
thinking you were one of my sons, someone had taken away.
I'm not sorry however that I read what I did
And am happy for you, and your life God did give.

Linda Winchell

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