Birthday Across the Miles

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

I cannot set your cake down or straighten the candle leaning toward the window. So I send this small poem where my hands cannot go. Read it before the day gets busy: you are loved in this house, in your house, and in every mile between.
46 words · 9 lines · Free Verse

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