Stand By Me, Time~ An Ode to A Custody Battle

Stand By Me, Time ~An Ode to A Custody Battle


Yield not, to stand before me
I lay motionless
While the raging sea
Of life
Completes my days of which I be.

Turbulence renders its stay
I will not submit;
Encouraging words come into play
PLEASE don’t let them take her away!

Vickie Skowronski
~ Copyright 1993

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