hello everyone I've just got the nerve to ask for some feed back a poem I writen. I think it needs something at the end. It feels it needs a closeing or something, it just not feel comlet some how. Anyway, here goes nothing.
Father and child Sitting back watching my husband and our sons. With simiar creamy brown eyes and full lips in awide smile. Sharing the joy of bonding over the job at hand. never mind the simplicity of the on bagging empty drink bottels. My breath is caught in my throat, as a sense of empathy washes over me, for those who are willing to miss out. Those once ina life time moments that can only be experienced through the children in our lives. The sounds from what is important in my life, brush, all thoughts of how life should on shouldn't be right out of my mind. Konnie Hank
I've just got the nerve to ask for some feed back a poem I writen. I think it needs something at the end.
It feels it needs a closeing or something, it just not feel comlet some how.
Anyway, here goes nothing.
Father and child
Sitting back watching my husband and our sons.
With simiar creamy brown eyes and full lips in awide smile.
Sharing the joy of bonding over the job at hand.
never mind the simplicity of the on bagging empty drink bottels.
My breath is caught in my throat, as a sense of empathy washes over me, for those who are willing to miss out.
Those once ina life time moments that can only be experienced through the children in our lives.
The sounds from what is important in my life, brush, all thoughts of how life should on shouldn't be right out of my mind.
Konnie Hank