Something slid into my thoughts today.
Something almost tangible.
Glimmers...
real?
My small head on your chest,
our two hearts beating
...warm
...safe.
Could this be true?
The smells are of leather
and smoke.
You are reading,
I am at peace.
You are not a photograph,
you are not over there...
The candle's flicker
creates child's trance.
The sounds
of Benny Goodman's genius
fill the air,
seep inside,
lift my soul...
I am flying,
swimming,
floating
with Love...
Then,
and now.
~
A re-post of a poem I wrote for my father, who died far too young, when I was far too young...


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...but I do love this one shot at poetry that came to me last year while thinking of my father...
Oh, my one year anniversary of posting on OS came and went this month-- I have loved being here this past year!! I so appreciate all of you who have come over and stopped for awhile here...
HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
♥R
Enjoyed!
R
mine died too young for both of us as well
Weekends like this
I miss him so
rated with love
Lezlie
the heartbeats, the music, the smells are very real.
And congratulations on your blogiversary!
"The candle's flicker
creates child's trance."
I'm touched by your kind words, and thanks so much for my one and only poem not getting "boo-ed" off the stage. : )