It Fits Beleaguered Servant2016060520160604Leave a comment on It FitsOriginal Poems This is my mom’s. It fits. Miss it? She might. I best stay out of sight. To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Byrs Mothers and Daughters Poetry Related Posts In Loving Time unstored the lost two. Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
