Love Poem: THE POET AlSO RISES
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Written by: Panagiota Romios

THE POET AlSO RISES

        The Poet Also Rises

Rising each day at three in the morn?
Hey, I am not a farmer planting
corn!

Just an aging grandma, blind as
a bat.
Covered by her tortoiseshell cat.

Not bright as most of you here,
A reply now and then, makes her
smile and cheer.

On affection for many here she 
has a long list.
But after hours too long on the iPad, 
her lovely arthritic hands hurt and
twist.

But I will be back when the sun rises.
And dream tonight warm, autumnal 
dreams of belly dance surprises.

Love, 
Panagiota


October 9, 2019