Posted in Poetry

Wanting for More

Does it matter

The earth falls through my fingers

Like wine on the floor

The smell only lingers…

And I brace

For a period of regret

After the memories

Only Alzheimer’s could forget…

And I wait

Just like those moments before

Getting nothing

But wanting for more.

Author:

I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.

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