As a shepherd
the two homeless waifs, who
stood in my care,
although, others would consider
them to be different
by possessing another origin
than myself,

A family were we still
the three of us,
and looking back
on my decision, knowing that
I wouldn’t have had it
any other way
no matter what anyone
might have thought
about it,

No matter how others might see it, in any way, shape or,

direction, we still were

one family, indivisible…



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