Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
The Intruder - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Dropped a stitch.
Again the intrusion of your face,
In between the instructions that
tell how easy this cashmere wrap
will take shape.
Begin again...I must persist!
Don't allow it to get the best of you,
So what if his smile invades each line
after all this pattern is for beginners.
Your face intrudes again...
Now your voice!
Lord I am lost!
Try again tomorrow!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
2: 38-2: 40 p.m.
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