Ever so softly, she broke into a toothless smile,
No, she does not recognize,
Nor does she remember,
Yet quietly sat in my arms, trusting me for a while.
I made weird sounds,
I walked her around,
I even told her my name,
She just nodded,
every time the same.
She held my finger tight,
Like she'll never leave it behind.
Didn't ask me questions,
Didn't ask me my crimes,
Ever so softly, she broke into a smile.
About Me
- Pooja Murthy
- "The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost
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