June 12th Thursday
To hold a living creature,
to learn its loveliness,
to feel its trust beat in our hands,
to know its trust, is at last to
understand that we are kin.
Is to lose all loneliness.
...
If friends fail us, if the phone is silent
and the postman passes
Our dog will touch our knee, and
smile, and say
Who cares?
All the more time for us to be together.
Come for a walk.
This is a splendid day.
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3 comments:
Did you write that? Nice
Yes do you like it?
That's lovely and very true.
I didn't know you were a poet.
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