Your Smile
Written By Charlie Walker
By B.B.
As you cleaned my room and sang,
In that good ol’ Yorkshire slang.
You lightened the ward with glee,
This gave a message to me.
With a letter you left in my bin,
Telling that love is found within.
We were jealous of your content,
Never forgetting the time we have spent,
Of you telling me to hoover my room and to not forget freedom will come quite soon,
This poem is made for you,
To give the cleaner her due.
Written Word ‘Hand’ poems
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