This poem, modest at its best
Will never win a prize
But it is just a small hello
In a world full of good-byes
This verse is just a little hug
Across the miles and years
To touch you where you are, my love
And kiss away your tears
This poem is a sort of thanks
A kindly wish, a prayer
In case this is my final chance
To let you know I care
And if perhaps it fills your heart
With sunshine of a smile
Then this poem has done its part
To make it worth its while
© Janet Martin
Blessings
ReplyDeleteHello David, and thank-you:)
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