Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
Opposite you at a table
Is a wrong place to be.
I would rather sit by you side,
Where I can hide.

With my back against the wall
Is better
Feeling solidity,
Less vulnerability.

When we are facing
A shyness arises.
Complicated
The past replicated.

My Fathers table,
Long ago
When to speak?
To young to know.
Sally Dawn Ibbotson
Written by
Sally Dawn Ibbotson  65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.
(65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.)   
183
   Fawn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems