Tea Party
Tea Party As I sit with my unfinished poem Little feet run up to me Papaw, come play with me? Papaw, come play with me? Come on you're not too busy I thought with my thoughts I was all alone Till I heard the cry from the hall And heard the footsteps so small And I was not alone at all When I heard her sweet voice call And when she turned to go with tears in her eyes My heart it began to sob Of her kiss I had just been robbed My head it began to throb And my tears began to drop No more words for... Sign in to see full entry.