A grey sheer tunic with buttons that can’t be reached from the outside
A body spray that promises to keep you dry from the kisses of children, grandchildren, nephews and nieces
Toned and muscular from pushing forward hearts away
And used for carrying burdens for none but one
Akunna Sept 2011
There was nothing more to say when I wrote this.
This is a short poem with a touching theme which should not be handled roughly or commercially.
Did you hear it?
Thanks to the following for their beautiful pictures:
eddidit for Lonely Days (The cemetery bench)
and lonely by Sarah Giesecke-Green CC via Flickr, although the member is no longer active on Flickr.