to feel as safe
as when sleeping
on the back seat
of the family car
gliding silently
through the dark night
heading home
to feel as safe
as when sleeping
on the back seat
of the family car
gliding silently
through the dark night
heading home
poetry by Robert Ford
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That is so beautifully moving.
Thank you, Anna.
You are welcome Leonard. Hope you are keeping well.
I recall that feeling. Thanks Len.
Thank you, Michael.
Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
Thanks for reblogging this, Douglas.
This is beautiful – and I so remember that feeling
Thank you, Maureen.
I shared this on facebook
Thank you for sharing it, Maureen.
Ahhh, a distant feeling 🙂
Thanks for reminding me.
Thank you. I needed reminding myself these days.
Great verse! I think most people can relate to that image!
Thank you. And yes, I think so, too.
Welcome!
A beautiful poem
With such a comforting thought….
Thank you.
The dark blue Chevy Belair it was 2 tone with a white top…one lonely winters night we got struck in the snow
That’s a fine memory.
Its just that I haven’t been to see you in along time but I always see that like button and that I wanted tell you thanks Leonard………..
Thank you, Sheldon.Always good to see you.