Your decisive marks grip me for a glimpse of you.
Finding those things you left at inconsequential moments,
thoughts in mid-sentence.
What were you thinking when you picked up the pen to write that note?
What were you going to buy with that last dollar you carried;
A lifeline to the material, the physical?
What were you dreaming when you were dying?
Sometimes I see you in my words.
5 comments:
What a nice picture of your dad. The anniversaries are tough...how nice that you could honor him in more than one way today.
Beautiful tribute.
What a gift!
Oh, this took my breath away. Your dad was such a great guy. Terrific picture, too.
Thanks for reading, Sally. I just saw your comments on my poems. I hope you are well.
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