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
Chance
from a fragile start
he weathered the storms of life
grew into an oak
PR
12/07/15
For RonovanWrites
A combination of a freeverse poem summed up by a haiku
thoughts and entanglements 
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Oh how lovely both of these are. I am glad he made it! 🙂
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🙂 He is too:)
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Ha! 🙂
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The free verse tells a wonderful story of humble, unsure beginnings and the haiku sums up his whole life. Wonderful freku.
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Thank you Olga. I really enjoyed pulling it together. I think I’ll be doing more of these. A nice invention by Ron I think:)
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I might take the plunge myself one day. Maybe!
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Wonderful.
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Thank you marje.
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