It’s a risk to glimpseyour imagein a photographor reminisce aboutthe good old timeswhen you were aconstant in my life.A risk to wishfor one more toucha smilea nudge whenI’m feeling low.A risk to hopefor one more waftof your scentas you wander by.A risk to miss you,but I’ll dive inyou’re worth theenergy I’ll expendtreading this river of my tearswishing you were here.
A wonderful poem...a moving to tears tribute to your father and the legacy of love that never dies... Beautiful :)
Thank you, Pearl.
Loved. This. Beautiful.
Where've you been? I've given you three years to answer.... I guess I'll keep waiting.
Hi Shannon - you ever visit this blog anymore? IT's ol' Moskowitz just checking in on you. Hope all is well, write if you want firstname.lastname@example.org