no wordsno hugsno embrace…
A One-line Poem For February 3, 2021
A one-line poem
“Of course you can go outside,”I said, masked, whisking her out the door —…
Last but not least.
They said the mother of three boys
The sun shines like gold through the clouds,The warmth melts the fog on the trees,The mist parts and you are there;I am grateful.
An acrostic response to Harper’s wonderful prompt