- Non-Erotic Poetry
- an eye blink love
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Sitting staring at my latin Amo Amas Amat
Glasspacks roaring by the house
My dad lifts his head and eyes me
I smile to myself I was 16 and you were there
A knock and you open the back screen door
Coast guard jeans slung low and rubbed in the back
By your long glorious locks-My Mom looks away
I smile to myself I was 21 and you were there
A peach fuzz soldier nudges me back to the curb
His rifle barrel under my chin his hands trembling
Handing him commune fresh muffins and a daffodil
I smile to myself I was 25 and you were there
Packing jeans and tie dyed T’s in my old duffel
My baby’s first foray into Cayce’s realm
Looking up I see Ollie on TV amidst flashing bulbs
I smile to myself I was 37 and you were there
Standing in honor in New Orleans heat as the kids
Toss their boards aloft and mine runs as a child
To show me her paper glancing across the Quad
I smile to myself I was 50 and you were there
Walking to the sink to rinse my tea cup
My grandsons scream their energy and chase the
Sports demon across the court I feel your arms encircle me
I smile to myself I am 16 and you are here.
- COMMENTS
SweetDealabout 17 years agoThis is a special way of saying that love lives on and will never die. Those flashbacks that keep love young. Terrie
CaPic267about 17 years agoA love that never dies -- it lives on forever in that special other. CP
duddle146about 17 years agoHow wonderful to have that assurance ~ at all ages of her life ~ her beloved is always there. Sweetly sentimental.
LeBrozover 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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