January 14, 2017 by Rosemerry
To my cat
I leave my
lap, to my
son I leave
to my girl
grit, to my
love, I leave
to my loss
I leave my
hidden spring, to
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poem, poetry | 5 Comments
Love this piece
thanks! I just hope I don’t need a will anytime soon 🙂
Fingers crossed. To more years, and good poetry!
Love the contents and the rhythm of this poem.
To all the rest of us you leave our hearts’ memories?
Eduardo, it is so nice to have your comments on the blog again thank you. r
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From: “firstname.lastname@example.org” Reply-To: Date: Monday, January 16, 2017 at 12:46 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Will”
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