Is There (Anything More)

she said:
'is there anything more
than the diaper i just changed,
the baby i'm nursing at my breast...
my mother's old chair
in which we rock,
and the tear i shed for him,
the longing, and the hope,
while he's out looking for work...'

and opening the door,
she threw the preacher out!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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