Full Of Their Love Poem by Ian Keenan

Full Of Their Love



I have made the phone calls,
Trusting the work will come
In time for me to pay my way.

It’s been like this for so long,
Being a consultant
Not an easy option.

But then how can I complain,
So much time to see and be
With my kids,
Their schools and matches,
Playgrounds and friends.

Such a privilege –
Maybe poor but when I go
I’ll go floating on such mem’ries.

Friday, December 11, 2015
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