41. Glimpses
Early morning sun
Dull light through the window
A shadow crosses her face
I catch a glimpse
Early morning sun
Dull light through the window
A shadow crosses her face
I catch a glimpse
Having lost my husband almost exactly a year ago, I was incredibly touched by this poem. Especially as we too were married for well over 50 years. I look at photos on my photo frame all the...
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Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair,
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It could not be me he's thinking of
When he looks up at the soft moonlight.
And it can't be me that he's dreaming of
When he falls asleep at night.
Another brilliant poem - I love the way you write - keep them coming, please.
Very best wishes, Ann
I stand before the mirror
A stranger stares at me
I've been replaced by someone else
They're standing where I used to be.