Remembering
If I could stand on my toes to kiss you
Like I used to
Wouldn’t that be grand?
If you could bring me breakfast in bed again some Sunday morning
And see my smile breakout one more time.
If we could share more childhood stories and laugh, and cry, and dance.
Listen to Miles Davis while journaling.
Greet the evening birds that watched us as we sat reading on the porch.
It seems you can’t be far but I know you can’t be here.
I’m not grieving, just reliving all the good times
One more time.
Marilyn Lewis-Alim
Huntsville Branch, AL
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Marilyn
Such a beautiful poem! Thanks.
Thanks Jamie! It is amazing how much the death of a loved one can inspire one’s artistic urges. My husband wrote beautiful poems for me when he was alive but I never wrote any for him. Now I want to write poems to him and about him all the time and it has been almost 5 years since his passing.