Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Henry
Henry
Dear Iva,
I couldn't be more sure.
But are you?
You'd give all that up for me?
For a life on this farm?
For a job at the school?
When I look at your face
in the photo you sent
I still can't believe it's true.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
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Poetry Month 2016,
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Ahh. I just want to sigh. I'm so happy for Henry!
ReplyDeleteAnd Iva... *sighs*
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