Winters In Florida 1
Walking alone on the beaches, I caught
images of "my kids", their dead ringers.
Missing their hugs and kisses. Diddlysquat!
I long for stepped-on toes, sticky fingers.
My winters in Florida are really not so very hot.
May 04, 2011, Reason A. Poteet
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment