Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
I stare at the moon, she is full and round as you can see, beautiful, chubby smiling cheeks, glowing luminescence, she is so free. She travels through the night hoping to gain her sought-after company, Sun, Sun, Sun, when will you come, and make this moon feel so complete? She requests you [...]
There was that special moment, when you first reached for and clasped my hand. Do you remember, darling, as we sat outside on my back porch, in those “King and Queen” deck chairs? You hesitantly, tentatively asked me if this was okay, I smiled and beamed inwardly to myself – of course it was fine! [...]
