That pink-cheeked child,
who used to feed
the Chickadees,
futilely,
in the snowy back yard,
She grew up.
She doesn't give the time of day out any more--
except to those who promise to listen.
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You should write a book. I'd like to feature you on my "Friday's Sunday's Poems." It's up today: Http://www.thinkingthelions.com. Got a poem you'd like there?
ReplyDeletethat'd be awesome, so long as you put a link to my blog?? when's the next time you're doing it (friday, i assume)
ReplyDeletei have one that i planned to post soon.
i can put it up next thursday?