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Anna Hester Poem
Hand knit socks you are wonderful to me.
As I'm winding this soft wool yarn,
deciding, which needles to use,
I know you're going to be gorgeous,
cozy, and fun to wear socks.
Only the best wool for you, with
careful, hand wash, and lay flat to dry
cleaning instructions, befitting royalty.
Hand knit socks you will rock.
You'll think I'm a genius, my
matching bright lime green and rainbow yarns together.
The chosen slip stitch pattern, alternating the yarn,
makes you dear socks a joy.
An amazing joy to knit as well as to wear.
Oh the colors, the perfect fit, like wearable art.
My hand knit socks you'll be the envy of my other socks.
You dear socks deserve this honor.
You are the socks that rock.
Copyright © Anna Hester | Year Posted 2016
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Anna Hester Poem
I've seen a terrible crime, a murder in fact
Ruthless, ugly, menacing; an unpleasant struggle,
She was an unsuspecting victim, strangled, from behind.
It didn't take too long, and then she was gone.
I have been a witness to many robberies.
Some were fascinating to watch, others quite boring.
Still, I like it when they get away.
Then there are blurbs for necessaries and desires.
These blurbs are much louder, as I am mesmerized.
Crap, now I want a burger and a beer.
With a thin piece of electronics,
I eagerly surf the channels, I can see many wonders,
While sitting in my chair,
I am there, without going anywhere.
Copyright © Anna Hester | Year Posted 2016
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Anna Hester Poem
Depression, why do you vex me?
Just leave me alone-with my feelings.
Wallowing in loneliness, too big a fee
Meerly existing in my many mournings.
Springtime should be new beginnings
Not total lost, with fire and loss of kin.
I am not alone, others share in endings.
Hope is stirring, rising like a shark’s fin.
What trees are left, appear tall and green.
New homes, people, coming back where they belong.
Hope is forming, have meaning, some unseen.
Many are happier, yet sing a sad song.
But for one, loved neighbor, love still strong
Under sad mournings, his life too is gone.
Copyright © Anna Hester | Year Posted 2016
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