his first months of life were spent in a shoe box

in the top dresser drawer wrapped in

a very warm blanket

poor folks incubator

fed with a dropper the midwife offered

very little chance for survival

his momma named him


from a fragile start

he weathered the storms of life

grew into an oak



For RonovanWrites

A Freku

A combination of a freeverse poem summed up by a haiku

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