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  My Poems  


A poem by Beverly Stock.

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Rain through which I cannot see,

Hinders me from gaining speed,

So miles to home slowly recede,

My ache for home, profound indeed.

My cat awaits, it’s been days,

I’ve missed it in so many ways,

Its vocalizing and its purr,

(Not sure if it’s a him or her.)

Finally, I’m home again,

Cuddled with my furry friend,

I pat the tummy - it seems bigger

Cat’s grown again. Wow, go figure!

My cat was fat, its name is Pat.

A youngster when Pat came to me,

Pat gives a push! Well, I‘ll be!

Pat just had six kittens, he’s a she!


Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp-Online, in the UK. Visit and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.


© 2020 Beverly Stock

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