Nona Berry Vaught
Chris - Poem by Nona Berry Vaught
Thinking of the past brings
Pictures of a little boy
Perched on a chair, thinking,
Wondering when guests would arrive.
The wait had been long,
The time had been slow,
But he had a great idea.
Hands of the clock could be turned
Ahead to make their arrival right now.
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