In The Park

She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once passed by – too late

to feign indifference to that casual nod.
“How nice” et cetera. “Time holds great surprises.”
From his neat head unquestionably rises
a small balloon…”but for the grace of God…”

They stand a while in flickering light, rehearsing
the children’s names and birthdays. “It’s so sweet
to hear their chatter, watch them grow and thrive, ”
she says to his departing smile. Then, nursing
the youngest child, sits staring at her feet.
To the wind she says, “They have eaten me alive.”

by Gwen Harwood

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“Time holds great surprises.” From his neat head unquestionably rises a small balloon…”but for the grace of God…” the poem is composed life like
I said it before, I will say it again. Get rid of these dried out white women on my computer. They sound awful. There are plenty actors around that are much better than a computer generated voice.
492 on top 50 poems rea lly? ?
They are just absolute fu.....ckwits. No idea how to run a poetry site. Th8s...typoem stinks.
Anybody know what time it is
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