was
to stand on the front porch,
arms resting on the railing,
leaning into the pose.
From there he
noticed, observed, watched.
Now.
His presence
can be felt.
Stand, rest, lean.
Notice, observe, watch.
On a snowy day,
step into the pose,
raise your face to the sky,
and imagine the view through his eyes.
A smile appears
and
all is well.
What a lovely poem to honor someone who is no longer present. So often we forget to embrace the happy memories and dwell on the ache of loss. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem and the photo that accompanies your poem.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is simple, beautiful, and captivating! Thanks for sharing! Jennifer Sniadecki
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