Fair Son

17 Jul 2012

Fair Son Art thou young child a man to be? Or will thou whine and slough your ward? Ten wee small fingers placed to be… The cipher of his Majesty? Training through the day and night, To fail would be a travesty! A noble, duke, or knight by chance? Would make thy mark in this small place. With princesses you’d surely dance. Known far and wide, an honest face! Will fate be kind my infant son? Kings see you as a chosen one? IlaMae Stucki (c) 7/2012

IlaMae Stucki

I am a Registered Nurse.. I have loved writing for as far back as I can remember. My first writing was experienced by drawing as a child. In 7th grade I wrote a poem about Abraham Lincoln that won an award and was read on the radio in Salt Lake City....

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