Epiphany Poem by Bill Grace

Epiphany



Epiphanies are never planned
Soft evening light upon a yellow wall
Child and children vaulting in the mall
Untucked T shirts that say it all
I hate to break her play
For epiphanies are never planned
And have their beauty once you see.

Thursday, March 23, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: children,hate
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