A Dream For Maureen
A Dream For Maureen
saw her peeking hesitantly
through the window
shaped as a page yellowed
with age and scented of violets
and forget me nots, a posey
once given shyly
and received with love.
I reached toward her
she stepped gingerly into
my world of words and wishes
for a long spring afternoon.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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