Good Son
Words you are a good son,
Rattled to core,
Uncovered so much to explore.
Words you are a good son,
Pierce hard heart,
Shocked at their power.
Words you are a good son,
Lies crumble,
Realigns everything.
Words you are a good son,
Stirs dormant places,
Warmth floods heart.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Good Son
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