Chris Poem by Nona Vaught

Chris



Thinking of the past brings

Pictures of a little boy

Perched on a chair, thinking,

Wondering when guests would arrive.

The wait had been long,

The time had been slow,

But he had a great idea.

Hands of the clock could be turned

Ahead to make their arrival right now.

Monday, September 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: remember
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