Who She Was
Posted by Bob Jacobs on Apr 16th, 2016 in Poetry
The sailors loved her. Sounds funny, Doesn’t it? She was like a tough mother to them, Compassionate, fair, but no BS. She didn’t tell them what they wanted to hear. She told them what they needed to hear. They could have been her sons and daughters, She cared about them. They were young, very young. They needed someone who they …
FOREVER
Posted by Bob Jacobs on Apr 13th, 2016 in Poetry
I looked at her on the subway station She was breathtaking She was sweet She smiled at me There was nothing to say But take it all in. My life began again that day Her life began again that day We didn’t know it We were too busy looking around us I was sneaking looks at her While she …