POETRY OF FAMILY
Seeing me
Peeking through, she knows me.
I only see a little,
only know a little.
But she knows me.
We speak the same about life,
feel the same about loss,
but rarely do our eyes meet.
Sold
Seeing me
Peeking through, she knows me.
I only see a little,
only know a little.
But she knows me.
We speak the same about life,
feel the same about loss,
but rarely do our eyes meet.
Sold