What is She Thinking?

Christine Crowley
What is she thinking?
What does she know?
Where is her family?
Should I say hello?

She sits there so still,
I wonder each day,
Will she be there tomorrow?
Or will she be away.

She's always there
On that lovely porch.
Over looking the roses
And the tiki torch.

Her eys always staring,
Her thoughts are her own.
I must stop and see her
But onward I roam.

I thought I was busy,
With shopping and work,
But she's not there now
I feel like a jerk.

Published by Christine Crowley

Retired from a local community college. Always interested in writing. Now working part-time as an office manager.  View profile

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