William Troup

Mother & Father

Requite this mother, who's arms unfurled
   could soften a sunrise;
   and where we arose.

Requite this father, whose wisdom defines
   a mustered yearning;
   and where we shall flow.

Purpose fulfilled in passion; flowers
   had sewn a seed of wondrous dreams!

Purpose fulfilled in magic; delight
   had flown a nest of royalty streams!



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