A Wandered Mind
Sprawled about the blanket spread
Minding the business of her own
Her mind led, far astray
By her thoughts, she is overthrown.
She dreams of a heaven
Beyond her meagre skill
Far-fetched from cold reality
Though reached from power of will.
For her it appears a lifetime
But to us a patient while
Stationed soundly at my feet
Though her head a ’wandered mile.
And itched along her rested neck
My hand so ever tender
Her head arose, so much confused
And query from my brain did render.
Copyright © Rosie Richardson | Year Posted 2012
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