December 24, 2012 by William Leed
TILL MORNING’S WAKE
You know you have lived life outside of today
when you can remember when
your little hands protected your face
from that old feather pillow.
Posted in Poetry | Tagged face, feather, hands, life, little, lived, old, outside, pillow, poem, poetry, protected, remember, talking leaves, today, william leed | 4 Comments
Childhood memories organically preserved by life’s macro lens.
Only a few able to stick out in the space of time through our old feather pillows.
Wow, I stand and salute! Your reply was superior to the poem. Absolutely bloody brilliant!!
Here’s wishing you a new year filled with much success and fulfillment
thank you so much, my wish is the same for you!
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