sad nana
how you
make me
smile
what kind of mind
decided
to depict you
(mine)
you bring me joy
with every sighting
inviting
quirky
up upon my
kitchen wall
for all to see
in perpetuity
loved most
of all
by me.
on the numbers and the stars and she is back in dreamland on the lotto on the ‘scopes pumped with false hope and fingers crossed and...
hope drifts in like fog a whisper a suggestion of a maybe on a Saturday in the morning when the tank is dry bank balance said goodbye to...
catching up is cheating there I’ve said it is it though? no one will know if I penned this on the day or yesterday or several months ago...
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