My Turn
When is it going to be
When I matter as much as he
Children come, they go
Do I even know
It has to be soon
Foolishly asked the moon
Wished on a star seemed dream hewn
When will it change, rearrange for me?
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dVerse Q227 – Welcome as we reTurn after the break & Happy 14th Poet Pub Anniversary!
The Bag Lady 
Fantastic poem, Cheryl! I can feel the frustration.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Yes, when, I suspect there’s no ready or easy answer in the offing, hang in there.
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Cheryl, I feel your yearning. I hope it is soon ❤
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