When You Come Published January 22, 2018 by suprusr 0 When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few. Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words, Related posts: Our Grandmothers A Brave And Startling Truth On The Pulse Of Morning The Rock Cries Out to Us Today suprusr Published in Poems
