Saturday, July 24, 2010

does he

does he love me, she so wanted to ask
as he sat, occupied with his task
she studied his eyes,his hands, his brow
so close to asking, but she did not know how

does she know i how much love i feel
so much for her, it does not seem real
as she sits there, face so kind
i wonder if she is reading my mind

they sat together as the window fan whirred
safe in their world, of him and her.

2 comments:

Lynn mundinger said...

Beautiful-gives me goosebumps sis<3

fayely10 said...

thank you sis...:-D

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson