Poems of Irene ClarkHogg
|1.||A Gentle Breath||4/6/2014|
|2.||Arms Full of Dreams||4/6/2014|
|3.||Art of Poetry.......The||4/10/2014|
|6.||Concerning the Psychological Impact of Love||4/6/2014|
|9.||Nine Ages of Woman||3/30/2014|
Is it selfish to cling to those who have gone?
To wish for his strong arms when darkness falls,
Or his hand to help me along the street,
Soft lips for a kiss every time we meet?
The sharing of memories that each recalls.
I need the warmth of his body close to mine.
Time passes, yet the pain won’t go away.
He should be here, to wipe away my tears;