The Familiar Way Poem by Nia Williams
The Familiar Way
Rating: ★5.0
The hand reaches the glass,
Religiously on the hour
The hand's developed a habit
The hand protects the liquor
The hand allows no other to share
It speaks only to the familiar eye
One’s eyes become glazed
Memory left hazy
But still, the hand reaches
The old faithful familiar
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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5/5/2024 10:23:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nia, this poem is so true - and hard hitting..great work