Your Suitcase
By mcmanaman
Wed, 30 Nov 2005
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Some farewells are beautiful
but as she tripped on the escalator
and used a pensioner
to regain her balance
I realised this would be a moment
to forget.
I helped her carry her suitcase,
she hadn't even been able to lift it
off the ground.
I was jealous at the thought of some other man
offering to help when she landed at Heathrow.
I put it on the conveyer belt
she thanked me and as she squeezed my hand
the conveyer belt started
and the suitcase disappeared
out of sight.
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Its good, but the syllable
Permalink Submitted by Juliarose29 on
Its good, but the syllable count for the lines are off, so the flow of the poem is a little harsh.
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