Hands in her lapA Poem by BobbiegirlI really love a car ride.
She sits beside him in the Nissan
her favorite place to be on an errand on an adventure she stares out the window her hands in her lap. She would be content to spend the rest of her life this way beside him free to talk about their passion, their focus, their bills She doesn't feel her conversation must be witty or insightful the destination is the goal the interaction is just a byproduct and so the pressure is off. And it is this way, with her hands in her lap, that she is truly happy. © 2010 BobbiegirlReviews
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2010 Last Updated on February 20, 2010 AuthorBobbiegirlPine Mountain Club, CAAboutHi and thanks for being interested. My name is Bobbie and I am suffering from empty nest syndrome and would love to make new friends. I like to write poetry, and short stories. Earlier this year I tri.. more..Writing
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