![]() Hanna's HouseA Poem by Wandering Soul![]() The daughter I always wanted and never had. Hanna's name appeared in a meditative state.![]() Hanna’s House Twas in a little house With floors that creek And tiny rooms like lovers speak Windows few and doors narrow A whisper of a place Forgotten cottage fallen in grace That Hanna lived yet did not A single chair in each room dark Bird cage hung empty life’s fluttered lark Hanna’s house forever still Rocker swings under no address For Hanna never was and never will I guess
Wandering Soul 11/16/10 © 2011 Wandering SoulReviews
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