i.
It’s the hush of birds; the silence
of anything resembling love
that infiltrates the senses,
wears away the joy
from the morning,
like the shadow of clouds
covering the face of a sun.
ii.
I remember his laughter
flowing through my bones,
sweeping hair from sleepy eyes
on saturdays, in play clothes;
he in his brown corduroys
and pin-striped work shirt,
shelling pecans for pie.
iii.
He said we’d grow old
together;
sit on a porch swing
having morning coffee
and homemade jam
listening to Elvis,
but he left
the night the star fell
and this song isn’t the same
anymore.
iiii.
He picked me up,
dusted me off
and then disappeared.
I stood in the field, looking,
for miles and miles
of bluebonnets
but, all I saw was light.
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Day 26 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them. ❤
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