Careful

My wife, Deb, was rummaging around some junk drawer and she came upon this short poem I wrote to her .

CAREFUL

TWISTED BY THE YEARS THE OLD FINGERS DREW THE THREAD.

FAIRIES BREATH SPUN WITH MORNING MISTS,

FROM HIS FINGERS A  SHIMMERING  WEB.

HE WAS CAREFUL

SO VERY,

VERY CAREFUL…….

 

MAKING YOU.

 

 

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