Sandra Regan Poems
|1.||Memories At The Sea||10/14/2013|
|2.||The Voice Of Change||10/14/2013|
|7.||In My Eyes||10/19/2013|
|8.||Waiting For November||10/19/2013|
|9.||Fati Por Vida||10/12/2013|
|11.||Nerves Of Steel||10/12/2013|
|13.||One More Day||10/12/2013|
|15.||No Service Night||10/23/2013|
|18.||Sing Me Goodnight||10/30/2013|
|19.||Most Comfortable Bed||10/31/2013|
|20.||Crazy Prose On A Crazy Night||10/19/2013|
|21.||A Number Game||10/19/2013|
|23.||She Wore Fearless||10/23/2013|
|24.||Tell Me Something||10/12/2013|
|25.||Playing The Violin!||11/6/2013|
|26.||One Last Dance||11/17/2013|
|27.||Be Brave My Son||10/31/2013|
|28.||Kiss It Goodbye||1/29/2014|
|29.||Do Me Again||11/22/2013|
|31.||The Perfect Day||10/24/2013|
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The Perfect Day
We had morning coffee,
we had a morning walk,
pictures on phones,
and a daylong talk.
We gazed at rolling hills
and took long deep breathes.
We watched children fly kites
and looked forward to endless nights.
On this wonderful and magical day,
we acted out parts, just like a play.
It was the, oh so, perfect day.
We walked distant trails and took in some wine.
I danced, you sang, we followed the signs.
You were funny, bold, tender, and kind.
So what was wrong with this perfect day?
Alone again, you were only on my mind.
One More Day
Looking out my window, the moon is watching me.
Oh what are you thinking?
Vortex of thought hug me like I hugged that tree.
Ever writing before sweet dreams fill this dark night.
I'm seeking the right words,
Suddenly it comes to me.
Make no mistake, I believe the word is:
Sipping wine sooo does not clear my mind.