A Stack Of Dusty Books
March 2, 2011
By Rose Marie Rideout
I wonder if one day someone just anyone,
may pick up one of my books and turn the
pages. Will they stop somewhere in between
just to see the words which I have written?
Will they find their name or anything that
may interest them?I wonder will anything
catch their eye?
Dusty old books taking up space of what
they’ll have to clear up after I am long gone.
No, I’m not a famous author and I know
I will never be even a known one. I had hoped
to be well known by my family but even that
is not going to happen.
After speaking to others, I find this is normal.
Our children don’t realize the importance of our
words while we are living, it’s not until we are
gone that they pull together and say
DID YOU KNOW?
That’s okay we know they are just,
a Stack Of Dusty Books.
Hugs,
Anna
Regis
and what you share with us is felt by all of us
reading your wisdom.
John
what they'll find is You. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Namaste
Tony
Huga,
Marcia
hug
Kat
hugs
Fee
The bottom line is that I'd rather they know and love me as their Mom than as their favorite poet.
Good work, Rose, and realistic.
Connie
Good poem, my friend.
Mark