Has it come at last?
Will cold air blow?
Are memories of sunny days past?
Will it snow?
Will my heart ache for what once was?
Or will it beat without pause?
Will confrontations be mended?
Will I be torn?
Can a family be blended?
Will I mourn?
How can thankfullness be found?
My heart continues to pound.
Anthon as Homer
3 years ago
1 comment:
Baby I love it!! Goodness, pass me up why dontcha? Hey, when you become a famous writer can I mooch off you? PS, love the use of color.
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