Saturday, June 20, 2015

My father held his woman-love



My father held his woman-love 
hard and fast in that never-forgotten
facet of his heart – they wander now - still never separate
Their love still tremulous in the architecture of my soul 
He - progenitor of my being – creator of my city of customs
I live on - in - the moral, creative traditions of his essence –
He - vibrant, vivid, shimmering and present –
in the holds of my heart – remember-ing -
Forever and always as long as I draw his given breath




6 comments:

  1. What a beautiful tribute!

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  2. How delightful it is to have such a beautiful memory of someone you loved.

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  3. I can only echo the beauty that shines from this piece...all the good people are absorbed in us and keep shining...

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  4. Oh this was so stunningly beautiful, nearly broke my heart. Well done, indeed.

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