Challenge
Write something that would make me cry with joy.
Of The Unconditional
Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse.
Romans 12:14
Of A Mother And Son
When he was eleven
she handed him over
to be turned to a man.
He cried up to heaven.
Innocence was over.
Since then, he's tried to stand.
She is now eighty-four,
cannot see, cannot hear,
but will not accept help.
He, pulling from his core,
love, is forever near,
though she may call him whelp.
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