“Sip My Win

Perhaps its the Wine

perhaps it is not

a cold darkish afternoon

what to do

except drink my Wine

and think of you

 

The Dinner to cook

the leg of Lamb

supposed to go in oven

good idea if I put the oven on

but I sit here

think of you

and sip my Wine

 

I think of you

and try and not cry

sad?  I don’t know why

liar, yes of course

longing,  yes certainly

enotional,  yes

damn it

blame it on the Wine

 

So I shall stand here

and contemplate

that the Dinner has to be cooked

whilst I sip my Wine

and think of you

and cry

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always loved them, see what you think.  Anna.

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