Phillip Alan Green


The Glove - Poem by Phillip Alan Green

A glove upon a wall,
Quietly it remains,
For a passing child,
So innocent and small.

Through all the elements it waits,
Cold, longing for the warmth,
Of a young childs touch,
As it sits next to the gate.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 4, 2008



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