Anastasia Wofford Poems

I happened on a penny lying on the ground,
With no one there to claim it as their own,
I stuck it in my pocket, and continued to roam.
...

“I do recall that day quite well, ” my father said to me,
“No food, no clean water, and wet socks upon my feet.
As day was turning into night, I looked up at the sky,
And what did I see overhead, our planes flying by.
...

I hear the birds sing their song,
of friends and lasting love.
I wonder when I’m all alone,
if it’s me they’re singing of.
...

I am faced with a verse,
I dare not write,
May my vision be absent,
Yes, blindness I’ll invite.
...

Buried within the twisted vines,
Lay the remains of her mind.
There are times she can still remember,
The way she felt when she was younger.
...

If I knew that I,
Were going to die.
If I knew the way,
The time and the day.
...

The happiness that I wear,
Like a soft cotton T-shirt,
Is more like absolute despair,
No amount of bliss can hurt.
...

I knew this day must come,
That I shall be faced with the deeds I’ve done.
Also on this big projector screen I’ll see,
All the things that have happened to me.
...

I wonder of times long forgotten by men.
Are these real things I see before me?
A colorful songbird sings of his days activities.
A gentle breeze blows my young hair,
...

O silent night,
Come to me,
Not like a bandit,
Nor a thief,
...