| Story ID: | 1942 |
| Written by: | Tish Valles (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | The Writing Salon |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Barcelona Spain |
| Year: | 2007 |
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| Story ID: | 1942 |
| Written by: | Tish Valles (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | The Writing Salon |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Barcelona Spain |
| Year: | 2007 |
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He will not be defined this child of mine, won’t Acquiesce to expectation, won’t Bend to calculation, won’t Accede control to another, not even his mother He is strong-willed, my boy just like his mother, just like is grandmother, just like his great-grandparents. It’s amazing what runs through the double helix, through time, through cells and air, through bloodlines Amazing how a boy in the womb knows exactly who he is, whom he loves, when it’s time, not too early, not too late, just exactly when. It’s time. |