Harriet Hoffman Stern
Second Chance - Poem by Harriet Hoffman Stern
Never thought much about being alone,
after all he was always there,
Even when I was 10 and he was 12, he ate
all my pop-corn at the movies, but he was always there.
Then I found myself setting the table for one.
Strange that I will be doing this for the rest of my life.
Today my new next door neighbor grinned and winked
at me in the elevator.
"What is a little thing like you doing carrying all those
Tonight I am sure I will be setting the table for two.
Comments about Second Chance by Harriet Hoffman Stern
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
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye