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I am my mother's second favorite son, her only boy

Born a day too late yet years too early

Abandoned and ransomed but never felt redeeming joy

Bald with long straight hair, where it should be curly

Eyes black, sky blue, white yellow as my skin

Bare handed caught a cold, ran faster than my nose 

Too short to be tall, too tall to be short, I fall within

Well dressed dropped in with no clothes

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good title. Forgotten and ignored. I had four children. I learn too late. Our children grow like weeds. We must treat them with love and kindness. I liked the twist and the honest thoughts in your words. Thank you Soren for sharing the entertaining words.
Coyote