21. She Doesn't Know Me
In the crowded room she sits alone,
Lost inside her tangled thoughts,
Her eyes unfocused on the floor,
She doesn't know me any more.
In the crowded room she sits alone,
Lost inside her tangled thoughts,
Her eyes unfocused on the floor,
She doesn't know me any more.
What brilliant news - both about your help in the home and the fact that you are writing again. My poetry writing has definitely come to an end since my husband died. Very best wishes, Ann.
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'For better for worse'
I did not know
what worse was going to be,
that I would lose
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Famous Poem
After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?
Well I'm spinning
And I'm spinning
Like a carousel
In your arms