To My Son


by Sue Ann Connaughton

 

Fragile baby

I lingered  

in the shadows

and stole kisses

like Magdalene

shy, sly.

 

Headstrong child

we made angels

in the snow

played games

with jagged words

and toys of chance.

 

Accomplished man

soaring toward the sky

I come washed in silver

seeking sugar kisses

white wings

and simple toys.

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Writers Bio

Sue Ann Connaughton is a New England-based writer of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Her poetry has appeared, or is forthcoming in The South Boston Literary Gazette, American Tanka, Modern English Tanka, and Everyday Poets.


Inspirational ImageSwan by Maria  Givnerby Maria Givner

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by Stan Crown

'Frame of Mind'
by Debbi Antebi


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