In a house warming from chill
The emptiness is beginning to fill
Fill with a sense of inspiration
It is mine… all mine… this creation
As I happily begin to pen
That is… that is when…
A ringing phone scrambles boldly
Causing thoughts trickle coldly
'Good Morning, ' I say with hesitation
Maimed… yet maintaining conversation
2/2/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write Theresa! I know the feeling! Thank you for sharing! *10*! ! Friend Thad