One Letter
I sit in my garden, most forlorn,
with tears in my eyes this froggy morn.
I wish I could make you feel better.
What a difference it makes, one letter.
I look up from your unhappy mail.
My tears fall, freeze, and I see...a snail.
I wish I could look down that country lane
and see the sun in your smiling face again,
but I see dark clouds, and I see pain.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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