In peace I come like the budding rose I find a soft chair to sit on the cushion warm My hot pot bubbles as the water with be put in an English cobalt blue tea pot Miyu and Maskaki will romp in my house and their eyes will find the piano soon there will be music the fingers of little kids banging The years go by 5 years these wonderful neighbors from Japan next door, by my side. Anita Schiffman Holzberg December 27, 2010 |
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Anita's happy poem!
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