Surrogates and their Whiskey

I’m too old for a surrogate mother
Yet you enter anyway
Into my hearth
In my new place
I swore no one would ever again
Cross the hearth if I could not
Trust them with my heart
Yet here you are surrogate
Giving me all that I have prayed for

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