A boy and his father together are drawn
By cords never rent.
To nail beams together, to mow a mean lawn.
A summer well spent.
Then shyly but surely that boy grows quite skilled,
No longer a lad.
Yet still many hammers he uses to build
Belonged to his dad.
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...
