when the telemarketer calls
at 6 am.
On Saturday.
Touch me not.
I'd rather be sleeping
or reaching out to friends,
our words, flowers:
Forget me not.
Catch up on all the poetry prompts from Robert Brewer at Writer's Digest! Today's Poem-A-Day Challenge asks us to write a poem about 'touch'. Actually, my feet hurt from standing too long in the kitchen, but it's the holidays! Lots of good food, family gatherings. What could be sweeter? How touching, right? Especially when my granddaughter hugs me. "Gramie, you are the best cook in the world!" And the smallest one: "This is the best day in my life. Ever!"
Happy holidays!
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