By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 31, 2018 My Neighbor By Christie Lund Coles My neighbor’s door is never still,I hear it slam from dawn till night.Her house is never empty ofHer children and their wild delight. I know sometimes she looks toward hereAnd envies me my quiet day,My leisure and the time I findFor contemplation’s calming way. Yet, what she does not guess is howI often look toward her doorAnd hunger for the childish noiseI hear ...
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