We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Oscar Wilde
wHole In The Pocket
The stitch was loose, the thread hung low
The tension weak in patterned row
That held 2 hearts, content and safe
Secure and loved, in passions wake
Then love fell thru, without a sound
And rolled in circles, gutter bound
A downward glance might just have shown
The need to mend, loose pockets prone
Reindeer
Love Tinka
Ann
Brava Lady A!