Poem
A friend from long ago sent me a valentine. And asked if I wrote poetry and would I send her a poem. Here’s a photo of a folder containing the few poems I have written. Reviewing its contents, I found one to send her.
A friend from long ago sent me a valentine. And asked if I wrote poetry and would I send her a poem. Here’s a photo of a folder containing the few poems I have written. Reviewing its contents, I found one to send her.
From time to time, I look back through the notebooks I keep. The big one stays by the chair where I read and think, and the small one goes with me when I am out and about.