...a rolling stone.
It was the 3rd of September
That day I'll always remember
The day before I was born
The day before that fateful morn
On the 4th of September
That day I'll always remember
There was suddenly light in the room
I started the fall from womb to tomb
It was the 5th of September
That day I'll always remember
I wake up in my mother's arms
She could never protect me from harm
On the 6th of September
That day I'll always remember
My world was filled with family and kin
Never dreaming the trouble I'd get in
It was the 7th of September
That day I'll always remember
A pink bedroom, my first home
But born to run is born to roam
August 19, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-08-25 at 07:57
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A Week in September
It was the 3rd of September
That day I'll always remember
The day before I was born
The day before that fateful morn
On the 4th of September
That day I'll always remember
There was suddenly light in the room
I started the fall from womb to tomb
It was the 5th of September
That day I'll always remember
I wake up in my mother's arms
She could never protect me from harm
On the 6th of September
That day I'll always remember
My world was filled with family and kin
Never dreaming the trouble I'd get in
It was the 7th of September
That day I'll always remember
A pink bedroom, my first home
But born to run is born to roam
August 19, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 610 times
Written on 2009-08-25 at 07:57
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