Whenever I go to the roof to spend some time my own
find the chunk of the past I left memories rusty grown
see there shadows of father hear his walking feet
if I strain my senses hard even hear his heart beat!
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Times lived stay with us forever - like footprints in cement.. they hide under the hyacinth of the night's silent pond - wonderful expression. In the quiet darkness, memories come alive, some to delight, others to deride...
A poignant appraisal of life and a snapshot of a moment all rolled up in one. How lucky you and I are to have the luxury of time to address, to share these deepest feelings with so many others. A 10.0 from me.
I did stroll back in time with you and enjoyed the poetic trip. Nice poem, Loyd