247 Without the trauma children

Posted on February 11, 2016 by Ken Greenman

When my wifes daughter birthed her first,
I was witness, but felt no blood stir
in my heart, as others felt.
Yet all it took was that first night
the bundle stayed with us
for me to look upon the baby
as my own.
Of course this little boy
is more than stranger,
so I will hold him ’till I die,
It’s in the bone.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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