waiting February 18, 2024 a poet's playground, evocative muse i’m calling you i’m calling you out here in the cold i’m calling your name send a sign that i don’t call in vain let me know my voice is heard my heart is breaking my soul is aching waiting
1950 1950 was not great twas excellent for the breed that was bred conquering electronic changes enduring wars clinging to flowers un-leasing & undoing powers i too lost a mother at 59 but of another world’s cruse the pink ribbon