Whose Is This Hand I See Before Me? Poem by Pete Crowther
Whose Is This Hand I See Before Me?
God, it scared me!
Just woke up,
looked down at my arm,
hand still holding the pen —
It didn’t seem to be mine,
the hand, I mean,
I’d probably nicked the pen.
Well, Peter if you've found an extra one, don't throw it away, three hands are better than two, I often wish I had three sometimes. Mind you I suppose it would give you a shudder! ! ! ! ! ! ! Sincerely Ernestine
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4/26/2024 4:53:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love that ''confused state'' you get sometimes when you first wake up! I like it when you're sleeping on your arm and then can pinch it or poke it all you want and it just has NO feeling! (sorry if that's off track) :) Nice poem anyway Peter! Sincerely, Mary