Rachel Flint Poems
- Jewellery Box In the jewellery box, The locket he gave ...
- Rare Things rare is the man who opens a door for a ...
- Eve the serpent had to crawl on its belly
- A Brat's Apology I was the grass at school I sang to the ...
- The Lover's Promise I will try to remember That you are ...
- The Poet's Apology Forgive me I am a poet It is my ...
- The Big Question in the future people will look back on ...
self proclaimed earth mother and all around big softie. Born prematurely and so spending 18 years in a wheelchair I find my disability a great advantage when queing for theme parks etc.
Likes chocolate all be it a little too much and i'm also a closet wrestling fan (please don't laugh) more »
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In the jewellery box,
The locket he gave her
Old photos gather dust
On the top of the wardrobe
Pushed right to the back.
She turns off the radio
Every time their song comes on;
She takes a different route to work
To avoid passing his house.
She wears the locket,
Looks at the photo’s,
Plays the song,
Drives past his house
And dreams what might have been