Oct 2020
Trembling hands can
No longer hold
The pen
Once used
For writing poems
Let me dictate them
To you
From my very heart
To keep in your
Waiting soul
No longer hold
The pen
Once used
For writing poems
Let me dictate them
To you
From my very heart
To keep in your
Waiting soul
Thinking of times sitting with the
Elderly who had so much to share
Elderly who had so much to share
