(20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 / Kingston upon Hull)

My Heart Was Full

My heart was full of softening showers,
I used to swing like this for hours,
I did not care for war or death,
I was glad to draw my breath.

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Comments (5)

Hence, showers are hours and death is breath. That's creepy!
Softening showers! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is really a saintly feeling- without ill will for anybody. Thanks.
the subject of peace presented in a succinct, sweet form..............thanks for sharing
Nicely written little poem. Short and to the point. Why worry about anything. Just be glad to be alive.