There may still be
wind, that has not kissed
my face
Or light on vernal
water, not seen through
my lens
Or singing, that has
yet to hum along
my bones
Or time with friends, dancing
in green waves, sand on
my feet
Or words to share, flowing
from the mouth of
my heart
But, there was always love, with
you, so if I skip the rest
to waltz out in your arms,
It will be enough to
know these gifts waited
with me, just in case.
Audio: Read by the author.
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A birthday poem for Mike
April 27, 2018 at 12:41 pm
Your poetry is wonderful Kate. I always look forward to receiving emails notifying me when you’ve given us another contemplation.
Thank You,
Hayden
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April 27, 2018 at 10:10 pm
Hayden, so nice to hear from you, and to know you are reading. Thank you.
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March 18, 2019 at 10:07 am
You have a lovely way about you! ❤️
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March 18, 2019 at 11:06 pm
Thanks for your kind words, and for stopping by.
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