It is early in in the morning and you would think I would be tired from all the driving, but I feel ever so much like an excited child that can't wait for tomorrow. Despite all the excitement I can't help but think of you and wonder how you are.
Thinks of you each morning,
dreams through the night and
when the fog lifted I found
your hand holding me tight.
Little accomplishments, few
would understand, but when
I took the wheel I knew I was
in command.
Think of you each morning,
dreams through the night and
when the fog lifted, I found
your hand holding me tight.
~
xox
If you were ever in a crowded room and than you get eye contact with someone and you begin to sense a warmth of attraction...smiles from across the room.
1 comment:
Rachel
Hope you are having a wonderful trip.
As always, I do so love reading your posts and thank you for sharing.
Loved the poem!
Margie:)
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