Marion E. McAnear Poems

Today, quite accidentally, I determined
That your lips are as
Delicately shaped as the bridge
Of a fine violin
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May is a month in the middle of the year
May is a word most mothers hear: Mommy, Can I go on the potty now?
Honey, May is the word, but you’re learning how. My friend is here. Can I go out to play?
Of Course, Sweetheart, but the word is May. Gradually the lessons take root and hold
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It’s late but not quite time yet
For the dark to dim the brain
My time has run for e’er so long
I await the start of the train. If there is a train at all
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