I look at him
Illuminated by the dim yellow glow
of warm lamplight
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James I found you through your comments on Billy Collins poem 'Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House'. Your poem here shows that we are kindred spirits in the way you express yourself. I can see why you like Billy Collins... who happens to be my favorite poet. Nice poem... love the simplicity of word use to express something deeply felt.
“dim yellow glow” - a good combination. “in the chair of my youth” provides a nice and clever contrast. This poem is a pleasure to read. You chose the right format and gave it a lilting, relaxing rhythm. I like the way you worded the third stanza (His rough unshaven face /carries the lines /of a million good times) . You convey a lot of feeling. Well done.
Very nostalgic, peaceful, and a certain contentment with the situation. Nice to have something specific you can love about someone and remember with appreciation.
Thanks James. You brought back the reminiscences of my late father. Anybody can relate with this great poem.......thank u once again.
A moving account and a beautiful tribute to fine and lasting love. Your ending has a wrench too. You are a master at that tho. A very well written piece..10 + + from Fay.
Quiet, the heart recalls when youth was ours...and our parents seemed like invincible forces in our lives. You poem was a majestic tribute to your father. I have saved it, as a favorite, relating well to the honesty of emotion. I invite you to read Photographic Memory, written for my late father. Thank you for sharing this. PEACE