(11) The Cat LadyA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsThere are parts of life we never see in the shadows
Like a faded photogragh
The memory slips away Of times that belong Buried in the past She picks up the kettle Pours in the water Places it on the cooker But forgets to turn it on She is used to the smell The cats are her company Running around her home Because no one calls to visit She rarely comes out the door Only to gather food for her cats Eating very little for herself For she seldom remembers to eat In every city and in every town You will find them living there Past glory days, all but forgotten Always alone and never visited copyright Chris Smith 2011 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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