Poems by Richard Finneran

My Picture of You

I pinned your picture perfectly
on the wall behind my bed,
and I fancy when I sleep
that you watch over my sweet head,
but I question: if I asked you
to lie here with me instead,
would I find there's any truth 
in all those words my angel said?

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All poems copyright © Richard Finneran 2010.