After reading a book of an elderly woman’s poems,
I wonder if she is still alive in this old, dry world.
I see that she has left it and wonder if any tears
fell to the ground and wet the earth in memory of her.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
After reading a book of an elderly woman’s poems,
I wonder if she is still alive in this old, dry world.
I see that she has left it and wonder if any tears
fell to the ground and wet the earth in memory of her.
Bob Boyd