The Almost Child
I remember exactly the spot
the place I sat
when she told me
I remember the cooling coffee
forgotten
when I was told
I remember the uncertainty
in her voice
when she told me
but
I remember how I smiled
the joy I felt
when I first knew
my almost son
<Deleted User> (18474)
Tue 13th Nov 2018 08:09
I agree with Taylor.
A lot left unsaid.
But it's best left there, as the poem works beautifully.
Thank.
Beno