The Hour Poem by JoAnn McGrath
The Hour
We should ask not in this hour
To linger here a little longer
A frail and fragile flower
Yesteryear is quieting stronger
From whence you came
You must now surrender
Our hollowed hearts
Will still remember
Once a passion flower
Full or mirrored mirth
For speaks now the hour
Tis time for your rebirth
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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8/28/2026 9:17:47 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
This is absolutely magnigicent..The words all flow together smoothly. You could call it HOURS....lovely jojo.............marci.xo