My Mind. Poem by Roy Storey
My Mind.
When all the prayers have been said.
And all the children are in bed.
On my own i slip away.
My mind to dance, some times to play.
A poem, sometimes a tune.
In the peace of my front room.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
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4/26/2024 8:13:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Simply succinct-parents with small children can relate, as well as those of us with children older and away, we can all relate to that peaceful place reserved just for our creative minds. Phillip