hilitesmmz
May 29, 2008 09:27
Red and Green
Fuzzy and Long,
Smells of Bacon,
a tissue in each pocket,
Thin and worn,
Years of love,
You're gone now Nana,
I'm remembering, sitting by the fire
It's cold, my memory is warm,
My arms are writing this
warming under the robe,
nana's Robe, sitting by the fire.
nana's poetry