A Blessed Memory Poem by james watkin

A Blessed Memory



Blessed am I, left cold and glum;
Though left, sad bedewing, by
This setting lovingness;
When nothing else, day-central
And day-genial, met with
Had its impressiveness.

Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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