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
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