Easy Does It

Young Recovery

He was tough, rough and loud. She feared him which over the years grew into respect. He carried the world on his back. This she now realizes. He was experienced and brilliant. A fighter and a survivor. He was her constant. He still is. She couldn't fully appreciate it then. He was explosive and so secretive. Yet, she knew more than what she thought she did. She see's him standing tall. Waves crashing at his feet as he reaches down, digging his hands into the golden sand. He reveals a stone and perfectly shaped shell. It glistened against the sunlight. She thinks of his walk. She can hear the long strides. A scent forever simmering beneath her little nose. She learned and continues to learn more from him than any other. She is more of him than her own she believes. He knew her fear he knew her pain because he lived it himself. They were held captive by the same bottle just decades apart. She understands him more today than yesterday. She remembers his pockets always being lined with cough drops, coins and some kind of clipping from the paper. A constant memory of him clearing his throat. She swallows as she remembers this. She had a dream awake. So real. He came to her. She had been suffering and begging for strength. He appeared just as she began to question her faith. He sat at the end of her bed. She could smell him and knew he heard her cries. He made it to her, how she'll never know. He reunited her with hope. It was wrapped within him, and was inside of her the whole time. She knew she'd never be alone again. No matter what. Now she understood. It was all there, in front of her as always. She holds him. She keeps him. They are of the same breed.

Gramp

6/30/30-8/8/11

Reviews

[Tricia O'Brien]

Thank you Sami...

It took me a long time to get that down, have it be simple, sure, but powerful for me. It's like it all just happened yesterday...but it didnt of course...

Time goes by so fast

Thanks again for your time
Much love & respect

[Sami Khalil]

Rad poem with a tad...of beauty and although not sad but it makes you love mad...:)