frank cooper


Home - Poem by frank cooper

When I lie beside him,
His knee presses
Against the underside
Of my knee,
His hand presses
Against my chest,
As if holding me together.
If I wake,
And he isn't beside me,
I'll curl up
Like a frightened child,
Lost in the dark,
Afraid to move.
If I wake,
And he isn't beside me,
The thickest blanket
Won't keep me warm.
But I wake,
And find him
Beside me.
He holds me together.

duane simolke


Comments about Home by frank cooper

  • (10/13/2007 8:32:00 PM)

    Divine love curls under the thick blanket of your poem, thanks. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/13/2007 7:40:00 PM)

    That is so beautiful and warm inside and out. Thanks! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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