Love Nots - Poem by michele kostelnik
the strangeness of others even
your sisters and brothers
is a responsibility
or some night they will be
lying in bed dying.
how you loved them, its quality,
will be unknown to you
as your own mother was while
a living stranger.
Comments about Love Nots by michele kostelnik
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye