No time for lunch.
Just time enough to grab a bunch
Of flowers and get home,
Where someone's waiting all alone.
It's mid-afternoon
And it's time to swoon.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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Hi Doris,
ReplyDeleteI found your site at BES. "Little Lovin' Monday. I enjoyed this poem , as I have been in this situation before. "Waiting makes the heart grow fonder"...Just not too long.
Great site !
Emilio
:) how sweet! Your site is very lighthearted. Thanks
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