over coffee in hip elegence
we linger...
photos of the forgotten
who warm hands
over wood fires
yet with eyes that sparkle
more than electric lights.
joy
under a charlie brown christmas tree
liberal use of color
& smiles,
unaware of our abundance
a warm coat, a luxury
i ask what we might do.
a warm coat, please
was her soft reply.
& prayers.
take the photos...
be reminded
heat isn't always
so easy to come by
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i read this yesterday,, and got carried away and didn't comment.. i have a special affinity for the homeless,, so this really touches me...
very poignant ... exquisite telling in this poem. xx, JP/deb
A warm coat, yes. Truth written so clearly. Thank you.
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