The woman,
With the auburn hair …
I often saw her there,
She waited for him every day,
Her picnic basket in tow…
... From what I saw, he never came.
He was steadfast at home,
Taking care of his wife, training sons...
Holding fast, the man, to his loyal domain.
© jan leree open poetry, LLC 2012
With the auburn hair …
I often saw her there,
She waited for him every day,
Her picnic basket in tow…
... From what I saw, he never came.
He was steadfast at home,
Taking care of his wife, training sons...
Holding fast, the man, to his loyal domain.
© jan leree open poetry, LLC 2012
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