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T'ileen
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Poems Stomach protruding, a short sleeve, empireline dress.
A throwback to the days when her hair used to curl,
Bare foot on thick, new smelling carpet.
You'll catch a death of cold!
Filling the air, an unbelievable essence of denim.
Standing at the window, lipsticks mark on cup.
High.
Flying in loves arms, round and round,
as if on that eternal carousel.
The clip-clopping of ever present handbags and heals,
meets with new skirts, swishing in the breeze,
Down by the Riverbank.
By gosh, I think she's got it!
As she leans back against him.
Finally. A resting place.
Loves strong hand, chaining souls.
Hand over hand, encircling new life.
Welcome Home.
This is an incredibly beautiful poem, especially in some of the details.
Starward