Poem 29 – Trading

Trading
3 April 2014

We’re traders her and I,
Sipping on our hot drinks
She sits behind the sewing machine
We’re traders her and I,
Creating something for me
While I hear her tell of her memories

We’re traders her and I
She repeats her stories, but I don’t mind
Because sometimes a listener, is all one needs

We’re traders her and I
Sipping on our hot drinks
I sit in front of the sewing machine

poem 29

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