‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of 50 Poems, Articles and Essays

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CHILD

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O’ weary me

O’ weary be

the sight of sun

the smell of sea

the yawn of death

the bite of flea

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I give nothing

but a hand

a word, an arm

a coin, a kiss

the fanciful smile

a bared breast

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O’ weary me

O’ weary be

the buzzing bee

a sight to see

and dangle thee

upon a knee

and so may we

hug our little children?

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writtenbyedenbray24.10.2015

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Authors Note : I return to a much earlier style in this piece I wrote in October, 2015, more akin to my writing in the 70’s and 80’s

I have included it here as the 48th submission in my 2nd Retrospective for its simplicity and poignancy in detailing a parents view of their children and the unnecessary questions society asks of natural affection in the 21st Century but also as due to coronavirus – so many parents, grandparents and loved friends cannot hug ‘their’ children right now.     ~ edenbraytoday