I throw the seeds to the birds and wonder who will come.
I stand there for hours biting the nail on my thumb.
Does this mean I am insecure and looking for love.
Or am I serching for God who I try to reach above.
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Again such a wonderful piece. We all have insecurities, Our own little Iago's telling us things we don't wish to hear. (cheating spouses, constant insecurities within ourselves, worries about locking doors and windows, putting out fires ect.) We wouldn't be human without them....... Sincerely Nickie x x
Another delightful poem, Sylvia. This one with a surprise ending. I loved it. Warm regards, Sandra
Hey! the twist on the end of this was very funny, however I do feel for those that constantly re -check doors windows etc, I find myself doing it often, A great write, or did I just say that...I'll Check! Love Duncan
I know the feeling Sylvia, they are always on about security and what 'we' should do, but they fail miserably themselves, and don't like being told when they do. Great observation here. Love Ernestine XXX