I'm late
A chair on the edge
I sit
On the outskirts
Longing to be on the inside
A spot in the center
By the coffee table
What will they think
I stay in my seat
Longing to be at Your feet
Wishing I'd thrown the thoughts aside
Pushed through
Moved in
And sat
In the center
At Your feet
Saturday, December 27, 2008
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I like the poem. You have a real talent there! From you fellow Essentials friend :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, Eloise. Looking forward to getting to know my fellow e*b classmates....such a large, diverse group. It's great!
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