You
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
You
Are my last thought at night
I make my list of
“Things I forgot to tell him.”
YOU
Poem On Fame – Lantern Poem
5 years ago
1 comment:
I love this poem, it just evokes that warm feeling of loving and being loved.
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