ThereA Poem by JohnT
THERE
Being one less to visit, And, of course, life goes on, But the home is a house Now the woman has gone. She still haunts the kitchen, And is heard in the hall; Her absence is present Every time that I call. © 2022 JohnReviews
|
Stats
99 Views
3 Reviews Added on August 8, 2022 Last Updated on August 12, 2022 Author |