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Poems for My Parents |
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Not long ago, you carried me.
Perched on your shoulders,
Holding your hand,
I learned to really see.
Nature can feel, listen and speak
And she gives of her treasures
To one who'll honestly seek.
Driftwood, Tree Burls: Sculpture rare.
Jeans rolled up, bare feet in the sand,
I learned how jewels were plentiful there.
My ear to your heart
A pulsing deep and slow.
The rhythm of poet's blood.
A song so gentle and low.
And whatever goes right,
And whatever goes wrong,
I've always a haven, welcoming warm
I know that my papa, loving and stong
Smiling sweetly, will enfold me in his arm.
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You say I came to visit you
that night before my birth.
You tell me that I'm wise,
and ancient before this earth.
Why is it then I need you
to hold me, show me how
to walk along a straight path
and keep my faith gleaming true.
You taught me how to laugh (and charm)
and when it's right to cry.
I learned from you to speak my mind
and when to keep it all inside.
You were my first friend, a true friend.
I can tell you my secret heart.
And whatever course I choose,
I know that in the end,
I'll find myself beside you,
where I was at the start.
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And I think it was two years ago...
Yes, two years, that's right...
I walked through a veil, and both of you were there,
waiting, dressed in white.
Today I stand at a precipice.
I gauge the distance, ready to leap,
I pause...Can I confide?
I find I'm a little uncertain
I can make it to the other side.
I want to bring you with me,
It seems so daunting alone.
But if I journey inward,
I think that I will find you there,
Written on my heart. |
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