She takes the flowers and chocolate box
bony fingers
picking fluff
swatting fly
tearing petals
whispered nonsense
imagined scenes
jumbled mind
tapping knuckles
blank confusion
shrouded past
condensed future
drooping head
milky eyes
misting over
eyelids fold
I bend to kiss her wrinkled brow.
True to the moment, you've conveyed anguish with few words. There is no sadder sight than witnessing a loved one stare at her/his own hands as though the hands of a stranger. Nice poem.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
josie
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