Bill Grace


Poem by Bill Grace

My mother was a red
The Great Elizabeth was one too,
Observing our young kitten
Engage her older friend with claws - when she has none -
Makes me wonder,
If there is more to red than color.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 7, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 13, 2005