Memories

 

I try to remember,
Things in the past,
But my mind is like a grassy medow,
Covered with dewy mist.
Looking at certain things,
Helps me recall,
For a moment the hazy curtain is lifted from my memory.
I hear a song,
Hummed silently,
A quiet hand whispers across my brow,
Distant smiles,
Far away laughter,
Rememberance of times past.
Sometimes I forget,
His face,
His eyes,
The feeling I had when he leld my hand in his.
Security,
Safety.
The gaps in my mind fill up.
How I wish I could retain,
All my memories,
Like a book of photos,
I slowly turn the pages,
Of my mind.

This poem is dedicated to my Dad, Howard H. Felske who passed away on 1-25-85...
I love and miss you Daddy!!

 

 

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