Sunday, June 16, 2013

PAPA CAN YOU HEAR ME

Photographer Unknown


You're beginning to fade, Papa,
in the photo of you
and Mama and me
but I'm only two years old
and don't see you disappearing
yet.

I still feel your arms
around me at bedtime,
know warm goodnight
kisses and hugs,
breathe the man-smell of you
when you tickle my ears
with your nose.

Tomorrow, Papa,
a picnic please?
Let's go to the beach
where that light is so bright
I can still see
little girls in your eyes...

excerpted from the poem "Invisible" in my first book--
"Saturday Nights at the Crystal Ball"
published by Cross+Roads Press, currently out of print

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