More ThanA Poem by Yellow ButterflyIf a poem could be made up of one hundred words where does one start? Poised pen, count to ten penning down everything straight from my heart... Telling you about my day winter is now upon us... Suddenly a robin appears nonplussed and mischievous... Missing you more than one hundred words I’m wishing for a sign... For you to let me know you're here and that you are doing fine... Closing my eyes as I bid the robin farewell as he flies high into the sky... My wish is for you Dad on this day today your heavenly
'One Hundred Birthday' whilst trying not to cry! © 2022 Yellow ButterflyReviews
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