I was once on my own feeling sad and forlorn.
My eyes were sticky and I wished I had never
been born. I remembered the times when I curled
up on the mat, thinking how good it was to be a
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What a touching and beautiful poem.Home is a wonderful word in any language. You have brought Ginger alive for your readers with skill, empathy and compassion.You are right. I really love this one, Sylvia. Your sister in spirit, Sandra
I can relate to this old Tom so well, we share much in common, and you have a wonderful way of expressing this subject, love to you Sylvia for all your well connected words, Love Duncan