It's not for me that the blood flows
to the eyes, to the ears
to the fingers and toes
It's not for me that breath goes
through the lungs and the heart
and the smile and the nose
It's not for me that I tread the Earth
but for thee.
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Noel T. Cumberland
Noel T. Cumberland is always looking for the bizarre twist in everything he writes. He is published on the Scarlet Leaf Review, and Flash Fiction Magazine. He lives in Tucson with his wife, two sons, and a pair of interesting cats.
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My aspirations Lofty and oh so alive Rain down on me now
By Noel T. Cumberlandabout a year ago in Poets
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This is in honor of my wife of 30 years (and counting!)
Beautiful poem - Well Done!!!