The Lonely Hour

The hour approaches as the sun sets the minutes gto o by like hours. While the creatures of the night stir me myself sit and listen. If only the hearts of ours would call maybe the night wouldn’t last as long. As I lay there waiting for that touch you lay facing the other way, with not even the slightest care. Now, all that I can do is stare, wishing your heart would listen to my cry. If only yours would answer the hour of the loneliness would die.


Rhonda  Kendrick



I love to read, write poetry and and working on other materials. I have two wonderful sons, that are growing like weeds everyday. Man how time flies, I love them too the moon and back!! I also have a wonderful man looking forward to spending the rest of my life with. So as you can tell I'm a blessed woman!!!❤❤

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s