1
I look at you
What seems so funny is that
I see myself in you.
2
I cannot touch nor feel your face
through my fingertips
Nothing is really wanting of anything
Except perhaps that old glass case
of your photograph
Sending sinews of hope.
3
I’ve thought I’ve learned to bury the past
Again, you came,
Disturbing my complacent breath
Renewing old dreams
At this moment, you live again
in my thoughts.
4
And yet –
What I only see
Is your old photograph!
(Reblogged from March 3, 2011)
You really are a poet, Arlene
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Just a few words Derrick, thanks!
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That is how I feel when I look at photos of my mum, Arlene.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Same here Pete, I actually wrote it for dad. He left us one December night in 2007.
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I did guess it was for your dad.
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🥰
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It was written for you dad, but it certainly can apply to all sorts of people. When I read the third stanza I thought of an old love.
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Hi Elizabeth, glad to know it resonates with you.😘
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