Home > Poetry Lost Time My brain frantically searches For lost time A missing hour Misplaced somewhere between Saturday and Sunday I think perhaps someone stole it The quest exhausts me I think I’ll go to bed now Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... Categories:Poetry Tags:Day Light Savings TimeLentPoemPoetryTimeTime change Linda Kruschke Twitter Facebook Linkedin Instagram I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior. Share Share on Twitter Save to Hatena Bookmark Share on LINE Share on Facebook Save to Pocket Subscribe on Feedly Related Posts Poetry Poetry for Healing Poetry Outside the Darkness Is Color – A Poem Poetry I Will Praise You – A Psalm Poetry Beloved – A Poem Poetry Flickering Gleam Poetry It Curls and Swirls 2 Responses Comments 2 Pingbacks 0 And we shan’t find it till October. Rest well. Loading... Reply And come October I won’t want it back. 😉 Loading... Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Prev Post Paul’s Prescription Next Post Bushtits Flit
And we shan’t find it till October. Rest well.
And come October I won’t want it back. 😉