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And I Miss You I caught the scent of you today It blew, like your fingers, through my hair Landing in my hands Encasing me like a warm hug And I missed you . Thoughts of you are surreal And I miss you And my arms ache to hold you The colors of the sun And I miss you .
Nancy Watts is a wife and at-home mother of
two children. This poem is from a chapbook entitled "Of My Soul,"
grieving the loss of a love, from a complete book of poetry entitled Of
Ways Of Looking At A Woman. Working under the editorial guidance of Professor
Frank Anthony Ph.D., author and founder of New England Writers/Vermont
Poets association, Nancy is also finishing her first fiction novel The
River Wild. |
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