Bowl Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Bowl



Each morning she fills a bowl with love.
And my hands become like a spoon.
Nourishing my soul with such a precious gift.
A memory my mouth will soon never forget.
The taste of love

Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: food,love,memories
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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