Through the fence you look at me
Playing games and pretending to see
Things in the sky and under the trees
A tree that sometimes is filled with bees
Through the fence we meet to play
It's where we like to spend the day
Making tents though they may sway
Somehow we know it'll be okay
Through the fence I scoot up close
Sharing stories and wiggling toes
Licking Popsicles that touch our nose
Sometimes still out till the firefly glows
Through the fence I look for you
Calling your name till my lips turn blue
Wanting to show you something I drew
Feeling so lonely when you miss your cue
Through the fence reflects how it's been
Me on one side you watching me spin
Sometimes wishing I could touch your skin
And sometimes not wanting to let you in
Through the fence keeps us divided
Making everything seem so one-sided
And though we have things carefully provided
I sometimes wish it was all less-guided
Through the fence we share our drinks
Our hopes and dreams the things we think
Fingers reaching between the links
Wishing somehow we could remove the chinks
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2 comments:
That's a beautiful poem, a little sad, but still a beautiful poem.
Love you both. Will call you later to find out about your doctor's visit.
Love you both,
Grandma/Mom
Well done. Well Stated:
Keith
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