Gesture Of Tiredness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gesture Of Tiredness



Sitting in the waiting room at the orthopedic surgeon's,
writing and passing time readily and happily in my own
way.

Husband sitting next to me, doing his word find puzzle
book, suddenly he jerks his arm.

Looking over I can see he has fallen asleep, pen in hand,
a little gesture of tiredness, making him look like a
little boy of five again.

Sunday, January 25, 2015
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