He had a calm assurance
Beaming the smile that says- 'iknow'..
she answered my questions.
A pat on the knee..
He cleared my confusions as he shared his story
-delightedly, contentedly.
By the fireside..
At the rocker chair..
where i listen,
as she speaks...as he tells.
Our conversation,
that one with the old- wise and full.
Monday 27th August 2018 9:12 pm
I wrote...
write and write
When speech failed..
failed and fail.
Words easy on paper
communication pouring as ink.
When lips, hesitant to gap
and voice not found
I reached for pen and paper...
Thursday 19th July 2018 11:37 pm
Him, Grace.
His hands beckon
His voice calls for you to hear...
Words of life and freedom
His face shines bright,
that you should gaze...
in perfect reflection of life.
Thursday 19th July 2018 10:03 am
Longing.
Fantasy...
Rich, sweet
You are there...
Elegant, fair
close. (just atouch betwixt us)
The longing of my heart,
in the shape of you.
Wednesday 18th July 2018 12:33 am
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