Penumbra
My father the sun,
my mother the moon,
I was that edge
created by their union—
that category of child,
partially obscured,
who cast a lighter shadow.
Just as much of them
as either might have wished,
I learned to shed my own light
by tracing the patterns
of theirs.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
What all adds to a child’s nature? Parents, environment, experiences. Lovely poem — it sounds like you had a great start.
However, something’s amiss with your last link. YWOTD is actually GRIFF.
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I woke up very early–evidently before the new word had been posted…both YWOTD and YDW. I skipped YDW and used yesterday’s for YWOTD..
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Oh, oh, I would have considered “Penumbra” what you put into your cell phone to get it to work, and if it is too early in the morning you only get it half right. 🙂
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Ha.. I actually had written a poem forty years ago that had the word penumbra in it. https://judydykstrabrown.com/2017/10/16/burnt-offering/
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So glad you found this one Judy 🙂 Thanks for joining in
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Beautiful words and picture.
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Beautiful! ❤
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This is a wonderful read. I especially adore,
“I was that edge
created by their union—”
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Thanks, Ali.
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Beautiful, I really like this one, Judy!
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Thanks, Tiffany.
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