Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: Laughter
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When I wasn’t looking
When I wasn’t lookingyou became my friend.My child so loved—once my babe filling my arms—my nights my days.Now you challenge my thoughtsand my ideas,my attitudes.You ask if I’m really choosingthe best way to live.You laugh with meand make me laugh.You make me proud,so proud.But please—could you let me win at chessonce in a while? For… Read.
