my poem about gifts books give me
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Gifts
when I open a good book
I find wide open spaces
where I can fly,
warm hands to hold mine,
and a balm for my scarred heart.
Cheryl Rainfield, all rights reserved.
March 21, 2008
WildRoseReader has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week.
March 21st, 2008 at 6:32 am
Beautiful, Cheryl. I so love your original poems each week!
March 21st, 2008 at 10:00 am
Cheryl, this is lovely, and is one of the many ways I love books, too. Thank you for sharing it!
March 21st, 2008 at 3:39 pm
Thank you so much, Jama and Laura! Both your comments made me feel so good. It was so nice to hear/read.