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The Toaster Oven 2
by Barbara GriffithShe stands.
Not in lace but
soft flowing
and flowered.
She looks.
Not here but
to the boxes
tucked away.
She cries.
Not loudly but
with regret that
you weren't there. 08/19/2009 Posted on 08/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 Barbara Griffith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 11/02/11 at 04:07 AM This is great. Glad you have Poem of the day so I can read your work. |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 11/02/11 at 10:48 AM Congratulations on POTD! This is a lovely, beautifully crafted piece with not a word out of place and a deserving front page poem. |
| Posted by Samiah Haque on 11/02/11 at 05:56 PM such a gem. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 11/02/11 at 08:03 PM Congrats on poem of the day! This is absolutely wonderful! |
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