By Kaye Cunningham kctx@netdot.com
Date: 2 February 1998

Pockets

There is a secret pocket just waiting to be filled,

it does not hold much money nor tickets to be thrilled,

It can be very shallow or deeper than the ocean floor,

it can reach across the vastness of space or close a solid door.

It may be cold as the artic skies 

or give warmth of the summer sun,

It can be hidden deeply but we all have one.


Sometimes it's full and bursting

or hallow, cold as snow,

It can die from want of thristing

for the love it seeks to know.

So I'll fill my secret pocket

trapped deep to never part,

knowing friendship true and pure is safe

tucked tight within my heart.