I remembered her today, again.
With that same, familiar, sort of pain.
Remembered her face and bewitching smile
that always lurked in those lovely eyes
that could see the truth and hated lies.
Those eyes that could spark with anger or laugh in jest
and stop me breathing and fill my chest
with a feeling I could not express.
The pain I felt again today.
To hold her hand would bring me joy
as we walked together, girl and boy.
So long ago, yet still her face I see.
Does she ,I wonder, ever think of me?
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- Builth Wells, Mid Wales, United Kingdom
- I am retired and 'though able, at last, to do more or less what I wish, I feel I am wasting the few years of life left to me. that is the reason for starting this Blog, so that I might communicate with other humans with perhaps similar interests or perhaps opposing interests. I'm 80 years old but still a child at heart.
3 comments:
Can you send me your yellow moon poem? Thanks!
Oh and it's ME beloved daughter haha, not Kayleigh!
Mick - you can bet your life she remembers. All of us have all sorts of heart spaces that can look after special things that enrich our lives. They're quite safe in there and it's good to be with them from time to time.
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