The clock ticks away the daylight, Day in, day out From the garden seat your lungs fill with air, in …
Mary Elizabeth. Poetry by Thomas Charles Hawkes
All it takes is a gentle touch To make me feel safe Without looking I see your love In this …
Another morning. A poem by B F Jones
I wake up at night When the clock strikes four And I know That sleep won’t come Again I wait …
Can I… A poem by Fran Bardsley
It comes at least a thousand times a day, An hour even. Sometimes plaintive, sometimes insistent Always delivered with just …
If the Walls Could Talk. A poem by Gail Sheridan
I listen closely through daytime and night, I hear nothing at all, bar the sound of the clock, No laughter, …