WHAT I WANT
A friendly smile,
A simple hello,
A light touch,
All these I look forward to
every morning when I awake
A little help with the door,
A ‘how was your day dear’
An ‘it will be ok’
Is what I hope for every evening
An ‘I’ll be there for you
A comforting hug
And a goodnight kiss
Is all that I yearn for every night
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| STRANGER | 0 | 05/15/2013 |
| LETS PRETEND' | 0 | 05/15/2013 |
| AM BREAKING | 2 | 01/15/2010 |
| IN LIFE | 0 | 11/13/2009 |
| WHAT I WANT | 0 | 11/13/2009 |
| love | 0 | 04/08/2009 |
| Look at me | 0 | 03/24/2009 |
| My dream | 1 | 03/24/2009 |
| My trumpet | 2 | 03/23/2009 |
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