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Monday, August 17, 2009


Are my first thought in the morning
I make my list of
“Things to tell him.”

Anticipation of a quiet moment
Transforms into a competition for conversation
Children bustle about
Meetings are held
Activities are attended

We converse via cell phone and e-mail
Nautilus becomes our rendezvous
In the evening, after I tuck the kids in bed
I lay down my weary head and

Are my last thought at night
I make my list of
“Things I forgot to tell him.”


1 comment:

Semaphore said...

I love this poem, it just evokes that warm feeling of loving and being loved.