Photo by Pixabay from Pexels She loved her gran, but feltWhat? Squeamish about hugging her.And now …. Holes, logically, are both ways:Inside out and outside in. Like socks. Or so it would seem to any normal, natural, active girl.But some holes aren’t.Like hugs. How many hugs did you turn away?Only to live to regret the […]
What say the beauty of your being in my headWhen moon has set I fall bewitched by you instead.I’ve loved you all the more than all the moons aboveAnd all the lights and nights and you asleep thereof.
Father and son we’ve been since I’ve been born.My father. Our father.Paul’s and mine.I’ve so much tried to look through your eyes all these years you’ve been gone. You taught me the way of driving, watching.Looking under parked cars for children’s feet on the other side. Three evenings ago, returning from town, a car was
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Image from Wikimedia You never know what surely hurts most foulWhat slashes to the core of what you areWhat Brutus to the heart your future shallOr whimpers to a needle’s final straw. Be aware, extraordinarily aware to comeFor thirst and happiness in your penultimate puffTo be blinded for a moment by the unexpected sunAware of
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Photo by cottonbro from Pexels Five windows light a life we feel and see:At one, called Reverence, we stand and breathe.Another brings us music of the spheres.A third lends touch of rain like heaven’s tears.A fourth is nature looking through the glass.The last lets spirits, when they’re ready, pass.But Man resists, for stolen joys are
