Mother sewed the stitches
Father mowed the lawn
but by the time you were grown
our little family was all but gone
You never got to see them smile
on all our Sunday morning rides
or how they raised their first born child
together side by side
There is a heart I had one time
that now I've quite outgrown
It is a thing no longer mine
so overused, patched and sewn
Yet if there were a way
to clean and press it well
perhaps it could find some use
for just a little spell
I will tell you it may not fit
exactly as one might like
But if you could get used to it
I know something will feel right
The unfamiliarity that takes time
is an awkward thing at the start
But eventually you may figure out
how to wear a hand-me-down heart
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Poetic Style
Poésie"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
