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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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I hear her yawn

tired and comfortable and secure with me

The morning's still dark but awakening

I pull myself out of sleep and help myself to standing

 

She reaches for my arm and I hesitate

Smiling

I look at her eyes, still drowsy from the night

 

I hesitate

Smiling

Posted

Ooh, I like.

 

I especially liked the way that it started having a winding down feel, as the stanzas get smaller, less and less syllables, until the end.

 

It was very enjoyable. I do hope you continue to post here, Ken.

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