All My Own Work

All My Own Work short poem

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I never know my children, once delivered they’re yours.
Nurture and protect them, absolve them of all flaws.
I am just a donor, casting seeds upon the leaves.
Your perception filters any growers from the weeds.

I present these gifts in naked form, exposed to critics’ gaze.
Not only do they need release, they often need your praise.
Dress them up in your own image, keep them close and warm.
Be careful who you share with, adoption can cause harm.

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Now that one got me Rob!!! I read it a few ways, Sewing wild oats? true adoption? or sperm donor?
Still cannot make up my mind after reading a few times. Enlighten me put me out of my misery


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