If Only Love
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Last published Wed, Apr 24, 2019
I wrote this poem in 1987 during the time of the Ethiopian famine.
Last year I changed a couple lines, and this is my updated version.
When I first wrote this poem I was only 18 years old and hadn't
had children yet. Now after nursing 7 children, I realize the mother in the poem was also dying because she didn't have enough calories herself to produce breast milk for her baby.
This collection of poems/stories deals with world wide issues and life struggles. I have poems or stories on most of these subjects, but just gradually publishing them. I usually write poems that other readers might relate to, but I realize that some material will be sensitive to some readers. Please note: not trying to offend anyone.
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