Anyway, I just felt like sharing my day five poem today. Read and enjoy.
Sunday Morning
I caught a glimpse of your love today,
concealed in your stoic presence.
concealed in your stoic presence.
It wasn’t the love that twirls children
like helicopters, whirling from tall maples,
or the love that bears shrieking when
the home team loses the puck;
it was the warm squeeze of your fingertips
as you blanketed my frozen toes
on your way to the kitchen, reminding me
the lighthouse still glimmers over hazy waters.
Happy NaNoWriMo!
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