Thought he was home
until he rose from the
crisp scented bedsheets
in that summer sun
sparkled morning
and with lifted arms
smiled, exhaled apricot breath
and fell into the ever embrace
of a tomorrow
so clearly, so completely,
not of this world
That is a lovely poem. It has a real 'fresh and new' vibe about it. :)
ReplyDeleteTwo tributes to your father in a row. This one has the bonus of making me both feel and think. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking the time to comment....so very much appreciated :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Pearl... love the opening!
ReplyDeleteThanks Laurie -delighted you enjoyed....and "loved the opening" a lovely way to start the day. <3
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