Preview of the Miniature poetry form for tomorrow's challenge
Dear Father, You have been silent for so long. I ask not “Why?” but “What?”
'Til death do us part...
When love appears before you, Do not tiptoe For fear and caution Advance too slowly
You could not stay, for out there you would be missed But the point is that you came And that made all the difference
Four hours of getting to know you... they seemed like seconds.
How could you? How could you treat me so badly?
We cannot make more time, we may only make good use of the time that has been given us.