Poem of the Month

Hannah by Norman Smith

I’m reading poems to you this morning.

Me in my bookish space

Sunlight shining in from the east.

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Yeats gives you Cloths of Heaven

treading softly on your dreams.

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Christina Rosetti brings you Spring

in Dreamland.

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If only you were here sweetheart

I’d be happy holding you.

I’d be happy holding you.