Monica Four

a poem by Timothious Clayton Smith

I keep all the things you write me.

Your notes and little greetings.

Each is apoem in its self.

They make me laugh and always put a smile on my face.

Each one cries out with how much you love me.

With each word I know more deeply how much you love me.

Each is a precious as a new flower.

I thank you for loving me and just being you.

Copyright 1991 TimeMasters SciFi and Beyond Productions and Copyright 1993 Elf/Dwarf Productions.

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