Talk To Me Poem by Watchful Steward

Does it matter my color, my shape, my size
Don’t we have feet can’t we walk and talk

Talk to me of things of interest of what makes the world go round
We can do it as we walk as we talk

Talk to me expand my mind and my understanding give me other images to blend in with myown talk to me

TALK TO ME

Tell me anything, it’ll be our little secret,
a thing between you and me
Talk to me, Talk to me
My ears long to hear
A whisper, a haunting refrain,
anything but the silence
Talk to me