Neglecting my charges
I wander off the trail
Quickly returning
To find they'd gone
I search but to no avail
Pointless to travel on
Without them
I sit frozen in time
Waiting with sad remorse
For these wonderful charges of mine
At last I see them returning
Some followed...some led
Ah there you are
I thought I'd lost you
Now stay close with me till we get there
Then we can all go to bed.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
This has a cosy and enjoyable feel.
nice work.
Georg