healing heart haiku January 10, 2015 a poet's playground, evocative muse two thousand tissues balled up upon the cold floor eyes dried tears no more Share Tweet
grandma’s chair stacked not ready for packing or sale grandma’s stuff piled on a curb i still see her in that one chair smiles & laughter under a hat of curled blue-gray hair her chair the one that sat next to the piano no one ever played