Grow old with meA Poem by Crystal Overmeyer-Birmingham
Grow old with me
and one day while we rock on our porch we will expound about the glory days of love. You will reminisce on my dark hair and freckles I will weave a tale about your wilder side and at our knees our grandchildren will anchor themselves pleading for one more for the road you, only too eager to fulfill, will take a sip of mid day coffee glasses settling at the brim of your nose eyes aglow crinkled hands wringing out the last bit of bardic magic you will smile and say "well, it all started with a girl" © 2015 Crystal Overmeyer-BirminghamReviews
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Added on December 13, 2015Last Updated on December 13, 2015 AuthorCrystal Overmeyer-BirminghamAboutI am a poet by nature. Words just speak to me and color my world. I away think of poetry as painting with phases, just as vibrant and life giving as they are messy and complex. more..Writing
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