Saturday, January 8, 2011


Below is a poem I wrote a couple years ago when Dad was in the hospital...rather sums up what I'm feeling right now...the poem is called 'Sorrow'.


Lonesome whistle sounds,
slowly down the track;
and in my heart I wonder,
will you be coming back?

Lonely whistle haunts,
speaks unto my soul;
a grieving deep within,
which no one can console.

Kristina M. Hooper

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