Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Glad I Was Home - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Love came to call...
I let her in, singing a sad song
while she lingered.
She made me smile
with her promises of happy tomorrows,
then tickled my senses
with soft whispers, awakening
my sleeping spirit.
The room filled with my laughter;
Before I realized it, I was happy,
Loves's promises kept.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
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