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.

108 thoughts on “Dad

  1. This is a beautiful piece of work Yassy, memories of minutes past that seemed like yesterday’s lovely moments. Shared thoughts of beauty and emotion with a perfect tribute.🌹

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    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 πŸ™πŸΌ

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      1. So true Yassy, memories are to be held on to for a long long time.β™₯️
        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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  3. 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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