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Dad

On the phone
His sepia smile 
The timbre of his voice 

In the sunshine of forgetfulness
I look for nature’s colourful cursive footnotes 
Stash my pocket with wildflowers 
A flower for each moment I miss you 
Together we smile and sky write into the cosmos 
You live beyond us
Into eternity 

I trace a poem into my heart.

109 thoughts on “Dad”

    1. Can’t hold on to life but can hold on to memories., the pandemic has taught us that.

      Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts., you say the nicest things , Jo wo. A wonderful friend you are. Thank you 🙏🏼

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      1. So true Yassy, memories are to be held on to for a long long time.♥️
        You are so welcome, it’s an honor to share my thoughts with your lovely words. I should thank you as always.🌹🌹

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  44. Your poetries are alive . Subject equally good . Imagination up to mark . And my appreciation to all of them is total . I personally feel that Poetry is words of the God on the Earth . And the poet non other than a creator himself. Keep your movement on . Thanks .

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